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letra de graduation day - uncle jim

you’re all dead long nostral phlegm floating in a toxic pond
f-ck your cold p-ssy improv downtown clique f-ck
angular sh-t fest in the dog t-rd art scene grave loft stuffed shirt empire cash store house in your
c-ck folding pickle drift pumpkin dry rot and every stolen soul puffer fish camp zombie culture scenester
overhyped drag m-ffin with your hard on leather m-ffin creampuff blood s-m-n dope rock rence post lampshade drywall inventory of ice pick fundamentalists
do your own f-cking bidding maggot mouth
its graduation day
i hate terminal cafe dwellers its the blue light cell phone cancer of the fidget fumblers always text messaging or looking for an excuse to play with your
phones so you look important you’re so self conscious of the fact that you are nothing
take a blue light special make it seem like something is happening ever heard of cigarrettes smoke maybe you’ll get an idea when you inhale like how your
life is in a third rate shadow of the most meaningless galaxy ever assembled its the best thing you can do for yourself get some smokes and light up
immediately then throw that cell phone in a river unless of course you’d rather shove that blue light cell phone up your life
i ain’t buying shut the vinyl headdress and tattoo barcodes and mummy modelers and yodeling yellow bellied hipster juice with severed hips little glue
sniffing taxi draft choices from a navel microwave explosion experiment gone hoffa deep fountain rye in the pipsqueak sm-gm- magma drool shopaholic mannequin
tombstone salesman bob bell pony wafflers and every weakness behavior can be engineered to resemble with picadilly predictability and all of history’s
mistakes baked crispy and priceless cause who would want to buy you other than those seduced to spend in the market of the void you’re f-cked dry and your
corpse if painted by ex employees of f-ckstick inc and piled like dead babies pitchforked in an expired watermelon truck the stench is obscured by chanel
number 666 divided by the square root c-n-l sewer drench of the axis of evil
people suck hollywood c-ck for a livin’ and they ain’t livin’ all that used driftwood stacked high in the suburbs hearts barely beating waiting for a funeral
pyre you can sense the death from the neck up bodies trying to f-ck each other back to life stoth esque hurdling over herpes derivatives and tripping over
untrained hardons most navigators can’t navigate and when you give ’em a bigger boat, it only compounds the f-cking hopelessness the energy and the fire
is on ice its a station wagon hauling bags of potatas and the worms are crawling all through them bags there ain’t no life nowhere
shove your museum fart surplus canvas graffitii up the trump erectile dysfunction sphincter and call it a f-cking century erase yourself and go home
in about 37 steps in a burp demon to the left im gonna twitch my left nipple and you’ll all not have the cortes to remember the alamo yeah f-ck the coast
of texas too f-ck flordida la london tel aviv and switzerland and all the innocents who haven’t been proven guilty ’cause they patented the f-ckin’ gavel
that’s all you need to buy buy it all no credit no refunds no returns no nothing
according to current instructions from prescriptions availble over the counter, you should not be meddling with other cultures becasyse they don’t think
like you should the ones to entertain in your mind should be the ones prescribed do not mix them this could be fatal go chilld out in monaco or miami you’ve
heard of them right well im sorry it seems i’m aware of making my life seem far more important than yours but really i’m not aware of this so therefore
im’m not really sorry it’s just that every second of every day i can see that everything and everyone in the world is defective and i can fix it all i just
f-cking haven’t got the time

- uncle jim

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