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
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