Sunday, June 22, 2014

Last fast

Firmly captivated by a captivating phony who has captivated an audience by his antics and his folly.
Venting: "This lad is viciously vile and should be voted as the king of the vanquished", But I'm sensing a likeness, at least an interesting demeanor from this antagonist that I stare at in the mirror.

yet I stand bold to bitch about my non bulimic bestie who has been brilliant at worst and at best has been the best me. but at best I have been a less me and I'm stressed by the standards I've set yet if the bar was compromised any further then the standard will be standard-less. I guess I'm dealing with a standard stress and will keep vigil while the standard rests; what I tell myself to stay awake at night in complete denial of this standard mess.

I take a picture of a picture of you taking a picture of me, and take that picture to you to replace the portrait of me. An unreasonable expectation from a self proclaimed recluse, an abstract contradiction and a social absurdity. Bail is set at one hundred, a skank and a strawberry slurpee, a bottle full of moonshine and a raciest redneck surety .. In the end, its really all just comedy.

Nigerian dialogs: over and over again

Police back and forth to breach back the fort that was breached last night but was not that's of course.We have reached back on course to our feet that is cursed so we flirt while we are standing on our bums. So we are snubbed once again by the fine lady and her friend who does not fancy giants standing on their bums. However the night is kind of young  and thus the race can still be won by this giant who standing on his bum.

Certain truths must be ignored so we can focus on the core of a great but also non existent script. Therefore I scribble down a myth of greatly inconsistent splits but its great and I'm great and loved for it. Only the deaf can read lips and so the rest are left to sit at the bottom of this bottomless pit. Maintain a supernaturally unrealistic trust in a luck that tells you to pay when your cards are a clear bust.Play a two and a seven, a 3 and ten and loose the same shitty hands over and over again.

Lying acting frauds said the DOD was on top but the top was a loss and I pour the same thing I always pour; not a shot. But we shot at a shot and it shot right back and we are shocked? its a shot !!! So lets all talk tat, ignore the tit and all culpability of the red handed culprits. I light my cuban and reflect on all the sophisticated talk, but its always politics with politicians, even when its not.

And the beat goes on

And so his shirt slipped off, then it became clear; all the promises that he made was nothing but talk, while his side girl mocked; the establishment that claimed that the ring placed his desires on lock. So his vows were broke, like literally bankrupted; that vodka tequila absinthe is absolutely no joke ... But the beat goes on, play on madam DJ play on ... As the party boys danced, the predators took the chance to extensively enhance the fundamentals of a poisonous but yet addictive plant. but the beat went on ... and it went on and on and on ... play on lady DJ play on .. and she played on in spite of the chaos, and she stayed on with delight and with focus ... What a bitch!!!! or so they say. 

And she played for the destitute and also for the rich, and beat was for the able bodied and also for the sick.  And she played for the crowd who swayed out loud in a union of foul, dismayed and rotten mouths. A cocktail of deceit, dishonor and broken vows was served by the tender who danced to her broken sound.  what a bitch !!!! or so they say

And she played like her life depended on it, and she played because our lives are nothing but it.And we grove to the tune not because it is fun, but because without it there is nothing but non. So from the setting of the moon to the setting of the sun play on lady DJ I urge you to play on!!!