Archive for August, 2012

gotta have it

Posted: 08/29/2012 in house of crazy

don’t drink no red wine,

no beer,

no johnny walker black…

no speedballs,

no uncut turkish smack.

just gimme

hershey’s special dark…

helllll yeah.

 

for mama zen’s words count!

 

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she

Posted: 08/26/2012 in house of love

she

got a wild-ass dog that sleeps with her.

she

swears a blue streak.

she

don’t speak no yankee.

she

rather drive than fly.

she

rocks a sweet pair of boots.

she

don’t listen to no shit music.

she

the only one in the room, to me.

she.

said he was goin’ fishin’ but he never came back,

not til now.

i’m guessin’ the fish he was after shook her tail real good heading upstream,

and if jesus heard my prayers, he picked up a mean std.

anyway, who you think listened to amy talk and talk about him,

through cherry garcia and chick flicks?

yeah, me, and i was glad to do it.

now he’s back, sleepin off whatever he done most recent,

and me ‘n’ amy are loosening the nuts on the right rear wheel of his ride.

Once I seen the wheel come off a little trailer and bounce bounce bounce

right across the road through traffic and straight at barney’s tire mart.

barney had big old plate glass windows and that tire bounced true and high and hit the divider square,

right between them windows, then fell dead.

i never saw nothing like it.

amy say, thanks girl, for helpin’ me sabotage this here fucker’s wheel.

well you know me. i’m more’n glad to do it.

zombie zeitgeist

Posted: 08/05/2012 in Uncategorized

sunset already? fuck meeee.

gravey-grave was feeling so cozy, too.

*pout*

okay, whatever. sooo…

wear this again? why not?

if it looked good last month, it still does, right?

god, i’m a genius.

no more washday blues.

hey, what’s this? on my feet?

that wasn’t there before.

better get some powder or something.

“i felt bad that i had funky junk on my feet,

til i saw a zombie who had no feet at all.”

*snort!*

where do i get this stuff?

coal black,

fucking genius.

man, could i go for some brains right about now.

i wonder how many calories there are in brains?

oh who cares, i’m losing weight anyway,

finally! none of those other diets ever worked.

grapefruit diet. shut the fuck up.

brain diet baby, hell yeah, drop a dress size, woohoo!

where’s my mp3 player?

flip this baby on….

shamble hoe-nay, do the shamble, that’s right lalala…

coal workin it,

from beyond the grave,

even death can’t stop me,

paula abdul watch and fucking learn, girl.

oops, can’t forget to feed kitty…

kitty kitty, here kitty, mama’s got brainy feast for youuuu.

there you are!

i got to go.

be a good kitty!

see you at dawn.

ha! some things never change.

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