spin the spinner and
call the shots, Twister'll tie
you up in a knot

Just when I get my
ethernet to download huge
pages, the site changed.

Innovation leaves
Corporate America sucks
Quiet gets even

dyslexics who can't
read or count syllables should
post their crap elsewhere

ballsack ballsack ballsack

heyyyyyy

i am jay lenno
chile reyeno

i am jay lenno

well rocket sauce does
make necklaces pearly for
you to wear all day

rocket launchers are music to my ears

are we
gonna get
a round in

Too bad there are not
Bushes outside of my door
or a fire hydrant

when the words have to
always be explained they lose
all true meaning, jack

voices from the sky
speak numbers in screechy tune
Ouch like chalkboard nails

A droplet of sweat
from a "bad place"
makes me weep

The company
I run
is full of nutz

I scratch myself in disbelief and type upon
my crusty keyboard

plastic pants himself
tries not to expel his sperm
when he sees me poop

a side of beans can
be a bad mistake. i'm glad
to be far from you

Super Mex equals big mess
big mess equals Plastic pants

Milk in all forms can
make pudding. Come to my house
for desert... you'll see.

the telltale bomblike
sound of your snickering
cleans my ears out, fool.

I white out your face
with a giant paint roller
because I dig mess.

some can read tarot
I can see fortune in the
wrinkle of your nuts

This doesn't just suck...
It really, really, really
really, really sucks

What is the spanking
sound I hear from the wong side
of this big ol' place

DVD

these sweaty ballsacks
on my chin
look familiar

In the sun I smell
Old morning dew from an old
long time ago dog

here's to swimmin'
with bowlegged wimmin'

pole dances vary
but few can express my deep
love for sexy Christ

On your chin

plastic pants dripping
from sudden powerful burst
when you see your rear

The 1K is full

Between my three toes
spit lingers from sucking them
clean with your fat tongue

where's my rocket launcher...
and my plastic pants

Remember that time you were in
the corner... you were there

nelson paolo kelvin
tom. please call 158
or come to the screening room.

Old Chinese proverb: Man who eat too
many prune, sit on toilet many moon

No, you're plastic pants

here i sit broken
hearted. paid twentyfive cents
but only farted

i see to many deers
they all walk and jumped very weird
I had to many beers

Tommy Packer #1
will tell you
to "get outta here"

kosta 152
kosta 152

Haku bores me and bad Haku bores me more is there nowhere to hide but the grave

There's no stopping us
No one does it better No
There's no stopping us

what the fuck
can i say fuck
well then fuck

kill the white background
white snow on eyelidness eyes
blinds me forever

kill the white background
white snow on eyelidness eyes
blind me forever

que es
una poesia si no
tiene letras