Tuesday, April 08, 2008

for cheese tomorrow i sell house today [personalized version]

Jen, go get your fucking shit
This fucking painting shitbox
Renovation in wrapping
Toolbox zagzig mummy play
Open your eyes Jen, sex is saying something!

“Gasping porno pirates no longer anemic!”
“Grabs nine inch diesel prices
And you thought earths mattered

My family perished in a U-boat
I wrote a memoir about figs, and their slavery
The other fruits recall childhoods with you, Jen

So get your fucking shit, childhood slave Jen!
Master slave stool time. Repossess within grasp
Urges shove

Into your peachy imaginative goose
Translation: a duck holding a rose

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