Monday 22 October 2012
yo yo yo donkey cock back up in dis thingo
psychosis: any serious form of mental affection or disease.
last dance for the ressurection of donkey cock
last dance (likely) ressurection , yea boii, me into zen, aint no truth to the rumours, a mixture of psycosis, energy & caffeine, hell we give more money to wiiffiii tan we give to homeless kids....
just gunna rise as Donkey Cock with his donkey cock brothers in tow , yea we used yr demo cd for skeet shooting, no offence inteneded, but we dont dig honky juda-xian indie rock crass shit, u cant polish a turd!, LA is hell, dunno how yr stay ended, but mine was like butch in pulp fiction, yea i woz a bare knuckle boxin champ, & no i did not beat no body to deth, just like that, all y'all hippies zoned out, thinkin of pinko philosophy to recite at me, hell i aint no pinko, but i sure aint no fascisto....
Yo y'all womans, y'all lovley, if u can read this and dont talk shit bout me yuz a lady of phosistication....
gas chamber awaits all y'all waiting to whack this Donkey, This Donkey left orders to liquidate mufuggaz lookin to cash in on a deth of yours truelly or even danny himself, focus , nihilism is the opiate of the superior, how much of this bullshit can one take before the empathy overwhelms the sense of decency? aint no honour in yr polished turd american dream, based in yr backwoods missfired ozzie false sense of cognitive distortion, aint no room on the lael for u , aint no fakers backin no loser, wotchoo think we suckaz?
just gunna rise as Donkey Cock with his donkey cock brothers in tow , yea we used yr demo cd for skeet shooting, no offence inteneded, but we dont dig honky juda-xian indie rock crass shit, u cant polish a turd!, LA is hell, dunno how yr stay ended, but mine was like butch in pulp fiction, yea i woz a bare knuckle boxin champ, & no i did not beat no body to deth, just like that, all y'all hippies zoned out, thinkin of pinko philosophy to recite at me, hell i aint no pinko, but i sure aint no fascisto....
Yo y'all womans, y'all lovley, if u can read this and dont talk shit bout me yuz a lady of phosistication....
gas chamber awaits all y'all waiting to whack this Donkey, This Donkey left orders to liquidate mufuggaz lookin to cash in on a deth of yours truelly or even danny himself, focus , nihilism is the opiate of the superior, how much of this bullshit can one take before the empathy overwhelms the sense of decency? aint no honour in yr polished turd american dream, based in yr backwoods missfired ozzie false sense of cognitive distortion, aint no room on the lael for u , aint no fakers backin no loser, wotchoo think we suckaz?
Sunday 21 October 2012
end times for our mcbastardists
narcosis: a state of sleep or drowsiness.
Im sleepy, sleepy but wide awake, I did plan to post a Blog yesterday, however, My computer crashed, I bet it has somethin to do with quoting Bordo, a alpha and omega an appetite for worms, worms in my mushy seratonin soaked post apocalytik frontal lobes.....
As boring as it gets here, its better than L.a., we dont wake to gun shots & earthquakes,we wake to mcfucking kookaburras & David Allan Coes; Take this job & shove it, theres no race war, no full frontal nudity or eccentric poofters stalking the last mcbastard, even without the strip clubs, we gots it pretty sweet thank god im a country boy....
sleep eludes me, no doubt somethin to do with my caffeine intake, or possibly some form of paranoia, thank u miss fackler. I had a point, with no memory of wot it woz, Im gunna just babble on an overintellectual fashion till i run outta space... exestetual narcosis, sleep of the giant, igneous ejacualation of never present occultist zyphropodic nothingness, nothing as sweet as nothing before the big bang, no election of our supreme overlords, hologramik cyber fascists debating the exact point of rebirth, rebirth of a collective consciousness sucked thru a worm hole, spaggetified hallucinations from government supplied psychoactive nihilism.... all held true and proper by the land of the free, home of the slaves....
Im sleepy, sleepy but wide awake, I did plan to post a Blog yesterday, however, My computer crashed, I bet it has somethin to do with quoting Bordo, a alpha and omega an appetite for worms, worms in my mushy seratonin soaked post apocalytik frontal lobes.....
As boring as it gets here, its better than L.a., we dont wake to gun shots & earthquakes,we wake to mcfucking kookaburras & David Allan Coes; Take this job & shove it, theres no race war, no full frontal nudity or eccentric poofters stalking the last mcbastard, even without the strip clubs, we gots it pretty sweet thank god im a country boy....
sleep eludes me, no doubt somethin to do with my caffeine intake, or possibly some form of paranoia, thank u miss fackler. I had a point, with no memory of wot it woz, Im gunna just babble on an overintellectual fashion till i run outta space... exestetual narcosis, sleep of the giant, igneous ejacualation of never present occultist zyphropodic nothingness, nothing as sweet as nothing before the big bang, no election of our supreme overlords, hologramik cyber fascists debating the exact point of rebirth, rebirth of a collective consciousness sucked thru a worm hole, spaggetified hallucinations from government supplied psychoactive nihilism.... all held true and proper by the land of the free, home of the slaves....
Monday 8 October 2012
blog from uranus
Ola amigos, hows life? mines ok, hitting my thumb 5 times this morning was a bummer, 3 times is a strange accident, 5 times is a conspiracy.... hmmm.
gots my soul music pumpin, im jet lagged from daylight savings, its one big yawn of a sitchiayshun.
Guiness brain freeze for the old donkey cock, chillin, cold chillin, kickin it new school, donkey cock doesnt have to beg for sex, the pussy just rolls right in...
80's was wack, 90's was shithouse, generation Y was the laziest generation, we dont care, a generation of artists, post modern, some even post post modern dignitaries, lords of the absurd, raised on GTA and second hand smoke, none of those pussy love drug generation bitches, it was about the decadent special K suburban nightmare & nonchalant violence, group sex with multiple netballers & awkward mornings after, wakin at noon, workin from 4 in the mornin on a fishin boat , knockin off at seven, sleep then sleazy encounters with womans that may or may not be ones half sista, cold chillin like i sed.
Things change, theirs plenty of money in bricks and mortar, dancin the funky chicken and the great epifet of pushing boundaries so far the very heart and soul of our generation gets weirder than societies construct designed to imprison our collective consciousness, we dont drink as hard, we love our gals more, we dont do drugs, just alcohol and country music. donkey cock never used hard drugs, never will. as te night closes in, slower, doobiousnesser, soul chicken, chicken hawkin'... try not to think about it, thinkings stupid & dangerous, i wouldnt do too much of it. peace y'all xox Donkey Cock
gots my soul music pumpin, im jet lagged from daylight savings, its one big yawn of a sitchiayshun.
Guiness brain freeze for the old donkey cock, chillin, cold chillin, kickin it new school, donkey cock doesnt have to beg for sex, the pussy just rolls right in...
80's was wack, 90's was shithouse, generation Y was the laziest generation, we dont care, a generation of artists, post modern, some even post post modern dignitaries, lords of the absurd, raised on GTA and second hand smoke, none of those pussy love drug generation bitches, it was about the decadent special K suburban nightmare & nonchalant violence, group sex with multiple netballers & awkward mornings after, wakin at noon, workin from 4 in the mornin on a fishin boat , knockin off at seven, sleep then sleazy encounters with womans that may or may not be ones half sista, cold chillin like i sed.
Things change, theirs plenty of money in bricks and mortar, dancin the funky chicken and the great epifet of pushing boundaries so far the very heart and soul of our generation gets weirder than societies construct designed to imprison our collective consciousness, we dont drink as hard, we love our gals more, we dont do drugs, just alcohol and country music. donkey cock never used hard drugs, never will. as te night closes in, slower, doobiousnesser, soul chicken, chicken hawkin'... try not to think about it, thinkings stupid & dangerous, i wouldnt do too much of it. peace y'all xox Donkey Cock
Monday 1 October 2012
a nuance epifitinite of nothingness
yo, yo yo, Im a yo-yo, nothing pleeezes me more than mz ella hooper getting her new fav werd from me, no not a faggot bible, a werd: cretinessness, its a gr8 verd, malifluous & nebulous, she makes me wild with passion our ella. word.
sewer ferret, now theirs an investment, also Im doin a special on combined volcano & spontanius combustion insurance, for as little as two dollars a day, one can rest safe assured that no volcanoes or earthquakes will fuck yr life up, (excludes western states & territories, for that u need Uncle Bloodnuts premium package) & for the small price of two dollars extra , one can sleep safe in the knowledge they wont catch fire spontaniusly in ones sleep, sounds silly? are u really that reliant on modern science? it happens all the time, it claimed a fair share of spinal tap drummers... , anyways Im not one to judge, just think it over.thanks , Legs
sewer ferret, now theirs an investment, also Im doin a special on combined volcano & spontanius combustion insurance, for as little as two dollars a day, one can rest safe assured that no volcanoes or earthquakes will fuck yr life up, (excludes western states & territories, for that u need Uncle Bloodnuts premium package) & for the small price of two dollars extra , one can sleep safe in the knowledge they wont catch fire spontaniusly in ones sleep, sounds silly? are u really that reliant on modern science? it happens all the time, it claimed a fair share of spinal tap drummers... , anyways Im not one to judge, just think it over.thanks , Legs
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