Friday, July 24, 2009

Sleepless in the big H

18 in the big hell hole
altho alas this is the time to party,
at last.

whadda time to branch out
purple streams of syrupy sickness
on empty stomachs it strings out

and down down we go
free free at last
free to pass and to love
sweet sweet summer love

belle and twang, if you look past the past

it seems at first they were all ah-taken
both Gs with leddehs
except for thatta time by the fountain

chopped (chopped) and screwed (screwed/screwed)
haha
haha
drink
drink
stop
stop
drizzy dizzy - wayne stain - luda buddha
^^ those are the prophets of this art ^^

until ephemeral, nostalgic highs bring us on rooftops
where the cigarettes burn until the sunrise
and continue again to the eventual sunset
(tired bones cannot disguise the youth and joy)

with byudehfull babies with belly-rolling galore
these ladies are absolutely impossible to abhor
and so with a double-shot I sip on
my weary, but happy eyes continue onn

with messy ghetto grafitti
believe me,
it only makes me more comfortable,
when the kissing comes,
unexpectedly

and so that's what a brazen bit of bush can do
to you
you
when you're tryin
tryin
to enjoy yourself
self
self
in the big H.