There’s a bottom, pretty much winging it, squeezed out like sausages, a thrill of fear, crazy and fat, a man alone, enough rope, amazing scatter, go out with Miles again.

My brain stopped, never gonna see him again, strange but good, horrendous fiasco, why are you doing that, he ruined everything, you sound like who cares, mind boggling numbers, knowing that I will die, good night.

Just to bother you and ruin everything, pushin’ something around in the dirt, sounded kinda dorky, little stabs, he incorporated it into his bottom, on the fly, holding it down, I never ask that question, failed miserably, you know how to swallow, perfectly imperfect.

Busted out to mass consciousness, lets you know that he’s a monster, not hitting the head, can’t wait for them to lose, brace yourself, better rollers, muttering at the keyboard, you can hear the room, swampy, dirty, great.

Bare bones, back to the head, jazzy here on the sack, says it without saying it, just a wreck, it’s not working, the least worst, you can’t help but weep, unmiffed, like rock should be, kicking and screaming, erotic in nature, playing footballs, the low end cooks.

Unbelievable, you’re just fat, I don’t like that cough, typical male, when you crap out, fell down dead, high-falutin’ Greek, not New Jersey, I don’t mean chipper, too darn slippery, stick it to the man, your world shrinks, he just hates her when she chews, Brian was a little fragile, my mother cried.

Like a train coming at you, it wasn’t and then it was, it swings on the bridge, digs deeper into the heart, dented his brain, big stinkin’ cheater, you bounce it in your hands, mediocrity is exalted to great pinnacles.

It’s actually Steve, some kind of genius, one handful of popcorn, horn turnaround, how’s your terror?, ended up in Hoboken, put it on the one, hoodat, oh boy I can’t wait, it blew mine, a buncha little chicks, don’t need any stinkin’ drums, a goat in her throat, the kill strike.

The world’s biggest bathroom, I’ll be very disappointed, you should do that, stabbing chord changes, I smoked a bone, everybody would just lose their minds, a scary band, the right thing to do, I had to censor that myself, hoping for a train wreck, something like sausages, knock ‘em back, a classy joint, Dinah might […]

Everything comes from the blues, a beer bottle, the most handsome man who ever lived, a drone, Thunder Thumbs, strange and beautiful, boom pack, where you hit it, better than Americans, more than enough rope, more happy, turn my wife loose, imagine this being a hit.