I am so not profane...am a sweet gentleman

I am offended by the perversions

I dont ever get mail....

and I thought I was a freak for thinking that

My thoughts whole heartedly about it...that boney anorexic chit is not for me...

AMEN Bro!

Only a dog likes a bone

Listening to Slipknot thinking about my daughter telling me that a few weeks ago....awesome memories!!!! Thanks!!!



EEEEEEEEEWWWW.....you eat underwear daddy?

Bolgna with mustard, horseradish, grape jelly and pepper....on marbled rye of course.

Tacos with mustard are good too....

eggrolls with ketchup and mayo....

A nice Kimchee sandwich....orgasmic

If only I had someone to play dutch oven with

The Homewrecker from Moe's

<----super freak and wonderbread rocks

If I could toot my own horn, I wouldn't be at this keyboard

wonder

excitement....yes...

sorry we've turned your hotel/bar into this prncs

I'm offering buttrubs...


)))))EVERYONE(((((

it is insane....have so many friends with college degrees, bachelor's and master's....making 8 and 10 bucks an hour. Truely disparaging....

I'm kinda fond of MC 900 Ft Jesus....not sure if you young'uns are in the know....


The City Sleeps




Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night

I see a halo in the rain around the street light

I stop and look, and listen to the sound

As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

Alone, I gaze into the glistening street

The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat

Urging me on to a secret goal

Away from the light from this lamp on a pole

So I turn, slip away into the rain

Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane

Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand

An old box of matches and a gasoline can

Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud

A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds

Filling up the cracks in this desolate place

Cradled by the night in an icy embrace



Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain

A dim reflection in a dark window pane

Blackness beckons from every side

Creeping all around like an incoming tide

A broken window in an empty house

I slip inside and begin to douse

The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire

And push back the night, taking me higher

On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar

The match in my hand is the key to the door

A simple turn of the wrist will suffice

To open a passage to paradise

I pause, I think about the past and the gloom

The smell of gasoline permeates the room

Everyone has a little secret he keeps

I light the fires while the city sleeps



(Like the 4th of July)



The match makes a graceful arc to the floor

And time stands still as I turn for the door

Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street

I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire

The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir

Dying in the flames with a terrible sound

Calling all the names of the sleepers all around

But then in the arms of the night, they lay

Their dreams sprout wings and fly away

Out of the houses in a gathering flock

Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

I make my escape with the greatest of ease

And savor the darkness, drop to my knees

And the lightless window, my hand on the latch

I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match

[$hort] all I want is hoes, big booty hoes
[b.i.g] check it out, heres another one
[$hort] all I want is hoes, big booty hoes
Dont take em to the crib unless they bonin

i em so uglee. puhleeze rite sumtheeng nise about mii. i don lik two assk butt it will maek my mum happee to cee thet her sun is luv an apreshiated on. than q fore the nise thyngs yu will sey.

((prncs))

((fire))

MJ

)))superfreak(((