04-26-2005, 01:05 AM
Occhidiangela,Apr 25 2005, 07:55 PM Wrote:I wish the moon were in fact made of green cheese.
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The Moon is turned to green cheese. STINKY green cheese. It has the delicate boquet of rotten feet and ass. Life on earth suffers. Romance stops, impossible under the choking fumes. Everybody forgets what sex is like and becomes Born Again Virgins. World peace happens as a side effect.
I wish I had more chai.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."