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is that leroy
I crashed my moped trying to avoid a turtle.
sis went into a coma for awhile with the german measles.
I heard Leroy was back in DeQueen.
he's got a cute gold pickup truck.
we spent some time up north.
the kids say the babysitter handcuffs children to the wall.
Pauline likes to chain smoke and watch tv.
sometimes her daughter visits.
sis went into a coma for awhile with the german measles.
I heard Leroy was back in DeQueen.
he's got a cute gold pickup truck.
we spent some time up north.
the kids say the babysitter handcuffs children to the wall.
Pauline likes to chain smoke and watch tv.
sometimes her daughter visits.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
GIRLZ LUV U
Jackhamper that cramp.
Close the rent square the
dirt on the flo.
Where did your pants go yo?
Girlz luv U!
Girlz luv a Good fight.
Put it in the nuws, put it on the radio!
Girlz luv me cuz they saw me on the radio.
On the radio on the radio.
Bllood everywhere.
Here's to Your Oncoming Victory!
Close the rent square the
dirt on the flo.
Where did your pants go yo?
Girlz luv U!
Girlz luv a Good fight.
Put it in the nuws, put it on the radio!
Girlz luv me cuz they saw me on the radio.
On the radio on the radio.
Bllood everywhere.
Here's to Your Oncoming Victory!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Exclusive DID YOU LIKE LANGUAGE Preview!!!!!
Free promotional niblets straight from the hotly awaited moundclash chapterbook DID YOU LIKE LANGUAGE?
Jacket of the Straits' V. Zompa v. insult poet John Banmaster
mod bob:
Banister has uninvited himself to my house with his painful gaggy poetry.
dank weave:
ur selfbrand is so catty, vinny!!!!! :P
DING!
Zompa:
FEAR OF SINCERE HIVE/ GELATINOUS DILDO GO HOME/ ASS RAPE SELF
Its like funny
when people like make um like fun of things they are scared of!
Oooooooooooooooo
I'm so scared of your jazz.
Let's joke about it! Jazz is like so stupid.
(Jazz is so stupid.)
This guy is so um like bootcut! I think its obvious who wishes
he had boots to cut um like jeans around...
Scared of other people's jizz?
That's more like it.
your frat house like sarcasm belongs in Williamsburg
too bad you can't afford it!
or maybe at the like Pour House
giggling at the um like tunnel crowd
too bad you can't afford it.
In Billyburg yr irony um like fits right in
too bad you can't afford it!
bring your girl out in a fancy dress,
put on your um like beard!
(I'll gnash it)
Banmaster:
A POEM IS TO PREY/RATE YOUR PREACHER
My condo’s minimum rebate tunneled backdoor
Eats away at my bracket, ball fees frieze frozen in wallets
How ironic!
Gelatinous, first year new school adjectival buttcore
Shows your rents that you don’t care
Who cares if her daddy tickled her ovaries
I mean it’s fucking YOUR art man
Your art on your sleeve
And when are you getting that fullbore sleeve to match your haiku tattoo?
Trickle down personalbranded cowhand forearm jackmuscle
taut from penmanship tourneys and blackbook scribbles
Fuck brah men need this reality
Bebop panty snaps, the applause of nature
Jiggy jazzed on slanteyed fuckfloor melting animus
Don’t let a chinamanwoman get too close, you know what I mean, right?
Yeah we all know whose scene it is who’s seen it all
I dig on your vibe I guess
Easy breezy covergirl lip drip photoshoppes
Pomade steeples, one for every preyer whispered on a flaccid lobe
This proud sloper martial aid caged sac
Pent up, wants this boho lifetube
Wants to comprendo
Dilate me like your pupil
Be strict
Be hot
Zompa:
MISERY GELATIN/ DJ FUZZWAD/ FEAR CANDLE 2
Note to self:
flaccid razor guitarwang hand has his puckered panty in a MISERY twist,
scared of what becomes love and don't become a sexy hate crime
snapping white like the "authentic" california raisins without confidence
and nonsense ain't real sense if wigs flip unvocal
is it? Guitar's dead Gail.
tar boy baby candy donuts ham and
jelly dandy
loves his bike rides tucked in denim.
Here's how the miserable performance started: your dribbly hams
swing...then a dark t-shirt proceeds
to photoshop the winter cock peeing.
Is that a bland solo in your rolled up tucked in bicycle leg?
To smother a pecorino jazz toss or improv diet with your cove
cigarettes and flarf bites?
Who knows what your Mom's mom's mom's mom would say:
"The fleck of poop in your teeth makes the words sing brighter,
and volumes of dump hum dum drum flasks
are penile salads in your overbite."
some dude stick a wanker in it you say.
but thats how your microtube
( replicated local vocal knowledge from college gash)
got that way.
Banmaster:
TUSSINMAN/BIOTECH VIEW/DON'T LOOK BACK OR DO
I remember back at Lord Botetourt High
You were just the shit
High Life for breakfast high by noon
That was just the way it was, like you didn’t really try
It was just you, and that’s what I remember
Streetwear hyperjacket, fixgear adrenalinpants halfcuffed
frigid gnaws reaching up hector my nutsatchel, my messengers
Icecycles dangle from toptube, creamed redlight waiting game
In the infinite span of a trackstand the corner shatters
The nasal reflector caught you halfstepped half awol
Head halftrashcanned guzzling Flarf Bites like it was some juicebox
With anyone else this would seem so CORE
Like a moondog reference or the lonely bleat of a negress
Dude you can’t wear bacon around your legneck
Not in polite society not even in Williamsburg
If I was more brave maybe I’d but
Going off all halfcocked without a tripsitter seems so so
But damn there you go like we’re back in the quad again
Jizzle blatt crunch crunch berry dinglesplat!
Eruptions out of crust layers and tanned-on beard feathers
Like spitting face first cannonball crowdsurf
(remember that one? geggy tah lanechange!)
The freshmen dance, hold your notes you don’t need em
This is from the heart, no halfmeasures just
This is JAZZ this is how it was meant to be
Can a digiloop improvcock have this heft
Who feels a still burnt fret when I get chills like this
The words slice dice roll render me twine
Snake eyes
Jacket of the Straits' V. Zompa v. insult poet John Banmaster
mod bob:
Banister has uninvited himself to my house with his painful gaggy poetry.
dank weave:
ur selfbrand is so catty, vinny!!!!! :P
DING!
Zompa:
FEAR OF SINCERE HIVE/ GELATINOUS DILDO GO HOME/ ASS RAPE SELF
Its like funny
when people like make um like fun of things they are scared of!
Oooooooooooooooo
I'm so scared of your jazz.
Let's joke about it! Jazz is like so stupid.
(Jazz is so stupid.)
This guy is so um like bootcut! I think its obvious who wishes
he had boots to cut um like jeans around...
Scared of other people's jizz?
That's more like it.
your frat house like sarcasm belongs in Williamsburg
too bad you can't afford it!
or maybe at the like Pour House
giggling at the um like tunnel crowd
too bad you can't afford it.
In Billyburg yr irony um like fits right in
too bad you can't afford it!
bring your girl out in a fancy dress,
put on your um like beard!
(I'll gnash it)
Banmaster:
A POEM IS TO PREY/RATE YOUR PREACHER
My condo’s minimum rebate tunneled backdoor
Eats away at my bracket, ball fees frieze frozen in wallets
How ironic!
Gelatinous, first year new school adjectival buttcore
Shows your rents that you don’t care
Who cares if her daddy tickled her ovaries
I mean it’s fucking YOUR art man
Your art on your sleeve
And when are you getting that fullbore sleeve to match your haiku tattoo?
Trickle down personalbranded cowhand forearm jackmuscle
taut from penmanship tourneys and blackbook scribbles
Fuck brah men need this reality
Bebop panty snaps, the applause of nature
Jiggy jazzed on slanteyed fuckfloor melting animus
Don’t let a chinamanwoman get too close, you know what I mean, right?
Yeah we all know whose scene it is who’s seen it all
I dig on your vibe I guess
Easy breezy covergirl lip drip photoshoppes
Pomade steeples, one for every preyer whispered on a flaccid lobe
This proud sloper martial aid caged sac
Pent up, wants this boho lifetube
Wants to comprendo
Dilate me like your pupil
Be strict
Be hot
Zompa:
MISERY GELATIN/ DJ FUZZWAD/ FEAR CANDLE 2
Note to self:
flaccid razor guitarwang hand has his puckered panty in a MISERY twist,
scared of what becomes love and don't become a sexy hate crime
snapping white like the "authentic" california raisins without confidence
and nonsense ain't real sense if wigs flip unvocal
is it? Guitar's dead Gail.
tar boy baby candy donuts ham and
jelly dandy
loves his bike rides tucked in denim.
Here's how the miserable performance started: your dribbly hams
swing...then a dark t-shirt proceeds
to photoshop the winter cock peeing.
Is that a bland solo in your rolled up tucked in bicycle leg?
To smother a pecorino jazz toss or improv diet with your cove
cigarettes and flarf bites?
Who knows what your Mom's mom's mom's mom would say:
"The fleck of poop in your teeth makes the words sing brighter,
and volumes of dump hum dum drum flasks
are penile salads in your overbite."
some dude stick a wanker in it you say.
but thats how your microtube
( replicated local vocal knowledge from college gash)
got that way.
Banmaster:
TUSSINMAN/BIOTECH VIEW/DON'T LOOK BACK OR DO
I remember back at Lord Botetourt High
You were just the shit
High Life for breakfast high by noon
That was just the way it was, like you didn’t really try
It was just you, and that’s what I remember
Streetwear hyperjacket, fixgear adrenalinpants halfcuffed
frigid gnaws reaching up hector my nutsatchel, my messengers
Icecycles dangle from toptube, creamed redlight waiting game
In the infinite span of a trackstand the corner shatters
The nasal reflector caught you halfstepped half awol
Head halftrashcanned guzzling Flarf Bites like it was some juicebox
With anyone else this would seem so CORE
Like a moondog reference or the lonely bleat of a negress
Dude you can’t wear bacon around your legneck
Not in polite society not even in Williamsburg
If I was more brave maybe I’d but
Going off all halfcocked without a tripsitter seems so so
But damn there you go like we’re back in the quad again
Jizzle blatt crunch crunch berry dinglesplat!
Eruptions out of crust layers and tanned-on beard feathers
Like spitting face first cannonball crowdsurf
(remember that one? geggy tah lanechange!)
The freshmen dance, hold your notes you don’t need em
This is from the heart, no halfmeasures just
This is JAZZ this is how it was meant to be
Can a digiloop improvcock have this heft
Who feels a still burnt fret when I get chills like this
The words slice dice roll render me twine
Snake eyes
Monday, March 23, 2009
Max Penetration's Plowhand Chilipussy Blues (On a Reading)
i live for this shit, man. or used to.
the tiki torch boomboom tomb
nostalgic neckflap fingerfuck soccer coach
daddy, what's a daddyissue?
give him debt where a credit card is due
while nasals swap cashcows suck.you.busdriver
antibody image and your student
grad level facebook IM factory sale
where's the codemaster when you need him?
all downyflesh cunt rot, shredding memes like it was skin
i'm just trying to lick a little serenity
in this pookashell concrete babylon
at least that's what chris calls it, sometimes
he thinks he's in on the joke.
they finally nailed the vibes just right
this time Dan Samurai is powerpoint editor
this time the altbrigade is whore dervishing
this time boxboy big tacoed all the lenses
this time i think my baldspot is untucked
then there's bruce's blowed-out butthole magma kiss,
dappled spitshine lotion beard, a forest of one tree,
he's pouring hot flax down his ribbed gullet,
all in the name of cleansing, this doctor defrag
you know i'm watching and you know that i'm hard
of hearing this, the melody of the brainman and i'm asking
why don't you just let the poetry speak for itself
vinny, it's the most you can do.
the tiki torch boomboom tomb
nostalgic neckflap fingerfuck soccer coach
daddy, what's a daddyissue?
give him debt where a credit card is due
while nasals swap cashcows suck.you.busdriver
antibody image and your student
grad level facebook IM factory sale
where's the codemaster when you need him?
all downyflesh cunt rot, shredding memes like it was skin
i'm just trying to lick a little serenity
in this pookashell concrete babylon
at least that's what chris calls it, sometimes
he thinks he's in on the joke.
they finally nailed the vibes just right
this time Dan Samurai is powerpoint editor
this time the altbrigade is whore dervishing
this time boxboy big tacoed all the lenses
this time i think my baldspot is untucked
then there's bruce's blowed-out butthole magma kiss,
dappled spitshine lotion beard, a forest of one tree,
he's pouring hot flax down his ribbed gullet,
all in the name of cleansing, this doctor defrag
you know i'm watching and you know that i'm hard
of hearing this, the melody of the brainman and i'm asking
why don't you just let the poetry speak for itself
vinny, it's the most you can do.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Stuart Acors
I went to high school with this guy; we often were seated together or paired together because of alphabetically assigned seating. We were both widely considered weird, even insane. I'm glad to see that he is still truckin'.
- A
- A
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
WTF?! WTW.
This is Wendy the Whippet.
100% drug free. miracle of nature.
twice the muscles, twice the nice.
100% drug free. miracle of nature.
twice the muscles, twice the nice.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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