big baby
02-14-2014, 08:51 PM
A free spirit monster, free falling at atmospheric volume.
Teach a parrot to talk human and chirp back when its learned all of it.
A strong nuisance. I could write awesome sad lyrics, softened.
Buy condoms and wink at the cashier
and ask if theres blowup dolls that are at clearance.
A vast spirit, The vampiric carnage. Took a slab of garlic cloves.
And swallowed it whole. Edward Cullen but sexier.
Pose with my shirt off and force you to bite me cause, dyslexia.
A scarlet prose, filled with dabs of darkened mould. iCarly’s old now.
My Harleys chrome. And I ride it home and make sure to rev
because, hello, I’m compensating. MY pens sating when I come.
Pensive end game and you’re done.
Aweful. Thats why when he rhymes its sorta in relation to my elated
rhyme crazy, line grazing formula. Im sicker than syphilis mixed matter
and if you check the sketches, the genetic codes a phonetic stoning
of my rhythmic jizz pattern.
I write rad poems with blood used as ink from sophomores.
But use AB negative so the poems in turn, cost more.
Its sullen when i carbon copy a dozen fakes and
suddenly disembody William Gates. Most couldnt stop me with a wooden steak.
A book of knowledge with no pages filled.
A crooked calling to rapistville.
Valentines vomit, carve a stone of chocolate.
You gotta break some ovaries to make a NOMellete.
Nom nom on my consciousness. Take a break, or take my sauce.
Dancing salsa with a romantic taco, emphatic longbow.
Overdrive sadist. Poltergeist rapist, voltron primed.
Soldier sized. Famous. I’m turbo drawn drainage bulbous bomb bailiff.
McCulley Caulkens gone AWOL. He wasnt in the A-list.
Marvelous mention, narcotic dipped end-scene.
Playing “Something about us” By Daft Punk while lighting up a cigar in the red sea.
Teach a parrot to talk human and chirp back when its learned all of it.
A strong nuisance. I could write awesome sad lyrics, softened.
Buy condoms and wink at the cashier
and ask if theres blowup dolls that are at clearance.
A vast spirit, The vampiric carnage. Took a slab of garlic cloves.
And swallowed it whole. Edward Cullen but sexier.
Pose with my shirt off and force you to bite me cause, dyslexia.
A scarlet prose, filled with dabs of darkened mould. iCarly’s old now.
My Harleys chrome. And I ride it home and make sure to rev
because, hello, I’m compensating. MY pens sating when I come.
Pensive end game and you’re done.
Aweful. Thats why when he rhymes its sorta in relation to my elated
rhyme crazy, line grazing formula. Im sicker than syphilis mixed matter
and if you check the sketches, the genetic codes a phonetic stoning
of my rhythmic jizz pattern.
I write rad poems with blood used as ink from sophomores.
But use AB negative so the poems in turn, cost more.
Its sullen when i carbon copy a dozen fakes and
suddenly disembody William Gates. Most couldnt stop me with a wooden steak.
A book of knowledge with no pages filled.
A crooked calling to rapistville.
Valentines vomit, carve a stone of chocolate.
You gotta break some ovaries to make a NOMellete.
Nom nom on my consciousness. Take a break, or take my sauce.
Dancing salsa with a romantic taco, emphatic longbow.
Overdrive sadist. Poltergeist rapist, voltron primed.
Soldier sized. Famous. I’m turbo drawn drainage bulbous bomb bailiff.
McCulley Caulkens gone AWOL. He wasnt in the A-list.
Marvelous mention, narcotic dipped end-scene.
Playing “Something about us” By Daft Punk while lighting up a cigar in the red sea.