Help! I''m in Viking
territory....they are all
Big Balookas here!

Half empty bottles
Of once-cool Mexican beer
Lie all around me

Cold rain is falling
And wetting the old cobbles
Making them slippy

the first whiff of spring
inflates pneumatic nubiles
and testosterone

cool

I raised ever slow
in paranoid ecstasy
and christened the throne

When I was a lad
I lived in the attic of
a convertible

I came to this earth
and watched alot of T.V.
Now I''m ready, Mom!

Condescending Sun
Blacken us as we Frolick
turning plum to prune

Life is like toe lint
Some dispatch it with no thought
Some Smell and Taste it

A daddy long legs
Flies in like a man running
From the Mafia

Big fat felt tip pen
Makes a mark like fresh tarmac
Across Kentucky

If people made cheese
From the curdled milk of cats
The world could chill out

That Sunny Delight
Looks like the micturations
Of a mutant goat

tang oh dear sweet tang
how great it is to drink you
turn my shit orange

back on the attack
a motherfucking madman
named Infinity

Hein, gastronomie.
Regardes-toi, j`ai du l`argent.
Un bift

My attention span.
I`m sure it`s shorter these days...
I mean, it`s like.... uh?

make me a sandwich
make it something real special
you''ve got five seconds

Are werewolves
As furry on the inside
As legend suggest?

That damned engaged tone
Prevents me from buying food
Can you hear me, fools?

Isn''t it funnny
That you don''t see many cars
with

This mozzarella
Tastes like old rubber johnnies
Er, apparently

It might not be wise
To eat four avocados
But it sure is fun

This fleecey sweater
Has sleeves that can be zipped off
For reasons unknown

Hurricane come on!
We could dance in the sunset
Make love on the beach...

Oh, these savage nights!
If I lived a thousand more
I''d need more livers

Oh, these savage nights!
If I lived a thousand more
I''d need more livers

I tickled her tit
With a great big long feather
She thanked me for it

Get loose and crazy
Let desire bloom like cancer
bold melanoma

I wonder if Jane
ever tasted any of
Johnny''s Appleseed

...Forgive me my friends
I forget myself at times
I go fall down now...

My sweet lesbians
Thou art my dream revealed
What more could I say?

My sweet lesbians
Thou art my dream revealed
What more could I say?

Gus Van Zant gave me
Unreciprocated love
For homo cowgirls!

Now it seems to me
You must know th score by now
So why not get down?

a pen and paper
matches and recognition
you could burn a lot

What are you saying?
I have all these ideas
Can''t them inside

It is difficult
for those under five feet tall
to buy cowboy clothes

The hardest bargain
involves getting Bob Barker
naked for five bucks

It''s Harrison Ford
in the motherfuckin'' house
drinking gin and juice

Bad conversation,
terrible puns and rain.
... But how was *your* day?

My cousin tells me:
hurricane in florida.
Damned Mexican moths.

My exhausted brain.
It bangs about in my head
like bee in bonnet

endless extensions
make for cyber wallpaper
och, do you nae ken?

breathe in some k.e.
volume alone i must say
is not eloquence