A pathetic Apathetic Ape heretic A pear of tits Sordid bits Who gives a shit? Time to quit............................................ Let me tell you a story of 15 young hippocampus surgeons who had a problem with authority namely the main head Neanderthal who was more of a neophyte quite right iggie/ how much can you know without knowing how to remove the brain from the mind you’ve gotta separate the hate from your weight to keep in shape and its really people like you who make me hate the human race that’s why I pull out an bust nuts on girls faces save the seed for spilling I smoke herb to stop the senseless killing when I close my eyes I picture blood dripping from the ceiling it hurts to move relentless pain is what I’m feeling a perpetual state of boredom is the walk of life I come from you might think its dumb but its all I got you know? Can you dig? Yeah dig this buddy two gravediggers met on a cold blue night on top of a tea cup and said to each other “this is the pits” lets split like a durum roll and I’ll drip sauce all over you baby yeah white sauce doesn’t that look nice mmm sauce all over your face and nurses outfit how does that taste to a hippocampus magician like you? I met manta-ray mandy in the ocean lair of hibiscus cooler. It was cool and stuff. The manta ray said hey pal its mating season so gimme some of that Worchester sauce so I can smear it on my gills and call myself sea food eat me out I smell like fish n chips minus the chips extra fishy. Manta rays are interesting creatures, to travel they follow the earths magnetic traces. To travel I follow asphalt or ass. Fault goes to god what a dick I am for saying that but He made me do it he’s got a gun to my back a 9 mm job I can feel the coldness burning through my wet t-shirt. Howd it get wet you ask well when I went swimming with manta rays and manatees I met this chick named orgasmia and no I take that back that’s a dumb ass name her name was spud the donkey and I said spud the donkey don’t you treat me like a whore no more, just cause I got gills on my anus doesn’t mean your shit doesn’t stink mister and in a puff of magic paintbrush whistle ten hockey players with pink masks bumrushed the president who scoffed and informed tina turner that Michael Jackson really is satan. Whats up with those spider-man masks I asks? And a coffee table tells me that tennis really is important. But what does that have to do with anything, saddam Hussein in particular? What a dick ace of spades my ass that’s like finding a trump card hidden in susan sarandons sleeve that faceless whore going on aperah winfrey she’s got some serious issues with fat cell depositories speaking of meisos I prefer Monage A Toi cheerleaders.. interphase 2 steal underpants biznotchizzles snoop dog is a cartoon character; call me Charlie brown or linus long cause I invented linux in this dream I had about evil caretakers going by the name of billygoat slims; what does this have to do with heterophyllic neophyllitic pope-popping prozac protagonistizism? I dunno but the hippocampus doctors told my old lady that gargoyles shouldn’t sit on speakers unless you want them coming to life when elvis sings “blue moon” I always knew I could count on you count drocster look at how many times I’ve used the word hypnotized in this essay; 0, wait scratch that, it just became 1 use of hypnotized and now 2 if I keep this up the count will slowly increase at a rate of 1 per time used of the word hypmatized. GOTCHA THERE! Tricked and beaten at your own game by a crooked rogue of a knave. She calls the knaves jacks! What a backward ass bitch and the old crow on her shoulder is about as bad as a fucking diluted corpus callosum on crack and yes ladies and germs, disease immunity really is on the downfall I think I’ll catch a wonderful cold out here in the rain to help myself think of tennis. Cause tennis really is that important, at least my doctor said so—-doctor whoozit who I met on the texas star on the way through the south of northern America. Hes kind of a fat train geek and he smells of urine but its okay I still can carry on a good conversation about cholestoral depositories and red red robin hood what a concept steal from the poor and eat the rich, I’ll be damned my man if I could afford green tights and a bow I’d become a vigilante too but these days it isn’t that easy to find a feather for your cap or the ability to fight on a tipped log. 11.05 crows the cox crow lingo snails pace logarithm cap is the root of all terroristic underground dwellings. Such housing projects would go a long way in the hands of the right despot, namely king lizard goobledeegackledee that wasn’t quite as original as it seemed, that fraise was coined in about 1922 in the novel “creep dinner holocaust” by IP freely, another cliché bomb I just dropped on your ass booooom did that really seem like an explosion or just another bullshit exposition. Nyar nyar shaka dee dar goobledeegax magala dam dam pow! If you really wanna eat noodle soup from my brain I will allow you to channel completely! Commencing in 5 4 3 2 1 mnvbg re4d5e3sedr4fnhjm .l; rft5g trf5gvbg xsderfcgtfbvcxsdcfrtbvg cxsdxfcgvb did that taste good it felt sort of like a plastic lobotomy eggshell hamburger? What does that mean mr green? You tell me and fax me the answer get back to me by Monday or they will be hell to pay, know what I’m saying? Anyway two mob bosses walked in on my examination table today, no wait two midget mob bosses walked in on me having sex with Alicia keys on her piano and she was hitting this high a flat note that sounded kinda like Uhh it wasn’t very harmonic you’d be surprised how shitty she sings without all that fancy pants pro tools propaganda like a lizards tail hung on the Christmas tree as an ornamental swing for children with parkinsons disease. I wish I had some kind of sickness so I could get government money for it. Then I could buy more drugs and eat them constantly I’d like to eat square pills that would make me turn 8-bit with eyes bugged out like a … bug and my hair like totally square and my glasses like totally square and my teeth kind of a squared circle and yes my penis would be square but I’d like to keep the polygonal octocrapicondo shape of my ball, yes ball in the singular form if it were multiplural I’d be lying and really I am lying about a lot of crap but NOT tennis. By all means, andre agassi former sex symbol slash bicycle madman went bald at the age of oh lets say 5 months and his bitch of a wife blew me at a hanson concert and after the show we got to meet the band and I was getting really drunk with them and I kinda forget they were boys so I started making out with the young one and then I realized DUDE this is hansons little brother I’m making out with… I should probably get an ottograff from the bitch and so I made him sign my penis “dear dave… fuck off” and he even drew this real cute picture of homer simpson right on my fucking belly button that’s some far out shit man, holy crap my next door neighbor fred durst was beating his wife and she scratched him—-you don’t even know how many famous people I know, I know like ozzy, the cure, frank zappas ghost, hillary Clinton, the Clinton dog and most of the Clinton family, george Tush, george Asscar, blink 1092 and also marky marks agent, but anyway me korn, Kevin durst and splittones def anus were out jamming to some bluegrass holocaust-core electro jazzcore post speed death ragga on crack good ol times and we started this band called hyper-snake, a kind of chilled out name for some really crazy music smoking the glass dick and sucking the paper strumpet stomach linings filled with stocking tips and condoms used as ashtrays, or used condom ashtrays. One time I put a cigarette out on my lovers nipple and she said holy cow that’s a wonderful sensation and she was so zonked out on Quaaludes that the fucking door shut on her vagina lip and she made this sound like Uhh and it reminds me of when I stuck Jennifer lopezes fat ass up my ass and it make this sound like HHu, kind of ironic, like when alanis morrisette blew me, I mean blew glass for me, she made me this huge pipe shaped like super Mario, actually luigi cause hes taller and to hit the pipe you had to put the weed in his moustache and the carb was on his anus and get this--youd hit the shit straight from his huge glass Italian cock, and smoke would spurt out of that shit like warm fucking tea at a british sausage fest, you know the kind of party where theres only actors and famous celebrities like Robin Leech, who I killed with my 99 chevy. Witches feet are backwards. Just kidding, I lied. But anyway fred durst beat the crap out of his girlfriend/wife that she died on the spot when I was drunk at 2.30 in the morning and now her fucking ghost keeps haunting me and shit and im like dude ghost get a fucking grip, and I keep having fantasys that like a little asian girl would be my sex slave or something I would just stash her under my bed and then when I needed cleaning or a blowjob I’d just clap twice and say “ming lo han” kielbasa she’d suck it and I’d go ZANG bing pow carbon hey ese why don’t you watch where youre going you might poke somebodys eye out with the protruding skunk youre carrying under your armpit you stinky sum of a snitch, the grinch stole Christmas I gotta catch up with him!