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So I walk around town smoking a joint and what do I see before my hallucinogenic eyes A little red fairy so fuzzy and warm who led me to the river of booze So I walk around town smoking a bowl and what do I hear by my shinny little ears A choir of penguins singing to a harpsichord a chorus so haunting I break my own leg running from them So I walk around town smoking again and what do I see and here A voice from behind saying hey honey you open or closed So I said give me enough to smoke to oblivion and I'll promise to send a post card from hell So I walk through town so bloody gone I see shadows fucking the ground I chased fireflies that lead me to the end of the world I 've smoked my self to oblivion and I will send you a post card from hell saying I am open for pleasure and pain just don't come down here through the river stixs and bring a lighter God dam it |
Mature topic, not graphic or anything, but certainly entertaining. I've always enjoyed repetitive things, because they kind of keep you in tune with the subject, but it's sorta messy in my opinion. Although, pretty fun to read. What's neat when it's not cool? Thanks for sharing.| Posted on 2013-07-24 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | |