Since I had T.i.m.e. T.o. W.a.s.t.e, Over At The Frankenstein Place, I decided to Burn a Smoke until I was Blue In The Face. Cuz all I have are Sundials, which aren't good For Your Lungs Only, or anything else. But Now Emma is on the virge of t/e/a/r/s, since Every Thug Needs A Lady, but they're all Jaked On Green Beers. So in order to Prevent This Tradedy to Another Innocent Girl, I Lied My Face Off, telling her 100 Stories that If We Never Go Inside, The Poison will not take affect until long after You're Dead, so wake up Sleepyhead, Crawl out of your Dethbed and come up to the Rooftops, where no one will see us, Private Eye, nor Cop. And If You Had A Bad Time at the Donner Party, so did I, probably because we were Hating Every Minute until we'd finally die, so Good Fucking Bye. Bye Love from Heaven above. I Hope you still know that This Could Be Love. I'm not a Stupid Kid like back in 97, where you'd have to walk down that Dead End Road, and see that Exploding Boy's chode. And about that cock, Sorry About That, you'll be fine if you listen to some Southern Rock. And While You're Waiting for My Friend Peter to bring My Little Needle, I will kiss your Clavicle, but not Your Neck, since you might have Trouble Breathing, due to smoking,drinking, and other Old School Reasons. And speaking of booze, I think We've Had Enough of this Cooking Wine to Black Out and make a scene, so we might as well act out of character, since today's Halloween. So I admit I'm Nose Over Tail for you. For some reason you told me to go Back To Hell, so I said Maybe I'll Catch Fire, and you didn't take it too well. So Goodbye Forever and don't come back, cuz if you do, I'll put it All On Black. Its' been proven I'm not Fatally Yours, I'll be Fine Without You, so Fuck You Aurora. You're Bloodied Up face makes me want to Cringe. Enough to Take Lots Of Alcohol and most certainly binge. So listen here Queen Of Pain, to my Warbrain, I will be taking these Trucks And Trains, or The Metro, back to Chicago, because I'm Dying Tomorrow, and hopefully not here in San Francisco. She said "You've Got So Far To Go" "Two thousand miles is nothing... you should know" (a thousand miles aint shit to walk if I'm walking to hold you) I walked a thousand for you before, way way back when you weren't such a whore. So please Madam Me, Tuck Me In one last time, tomorrow, I will surely be Dead and Broken. (switches to 3rd person voice) Now that his Standard Break From Life was nearing its end, She Took Him To The Lake in Blue Carolina. On our way back we recieved the signal 5-3-10-4 on our Radio, which translated that Armageddon was surely ahead. One last note was left in my Steamer Trunk it was a Message From Kathleen, noting that this Weak Week was few and far between. So I end up thanking her, for saving my Snake Oil Tanker. Sorry babe but This Is Getting Over You, because As You Were just about to Fall Victim to Mr. Chainsaw, a Continental message was sung out abroad. "If you are a cheater you'll end up a Bleeder, just like me, Mrs. Sadie G. I ask if you'd please Mercy Me after all I have done, because I Was A Prayer, before this tragic Halloween(2) day had begun. I will certainly Settle For Satin, but will I land face down in Hell? Yes or no, either way, Life comes and goes, so Enjoy Your Day. Live it like it's your last, and we'll all be okay. |
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