I'd be somewhat okay with Trump
If he didn't go on Stern's show
And brag about watching
Teenaged girls undress
The moral here:
If you wouldn't trust a man
To even babysit your children
Maybe don't give him the White House

i head out the door
i tend to think the guy who gets
the most shit is the

one we have to look
out for, and who gives the guy
shit, and why they do

well politics well
I hate this guy, i hate that
guy, blah blah blah blah

but it leads to real
serious things who is the scapegoat
of 2020 then?

My bologna has a first name.
It is Robert.
My bologna has a second name.
It is Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.
Its name is Robert Paulson.

I'd fuck Donald Trump.
Right in his big fat orange mouth.
Grab my man pussy.

A large shooting star shot by.
A horny firefly was disappointed.
Can you blame it?

We are happy now.
Huge cunt chewing gum bubble.
Ethiopian.

When I dream I sometimes go places instantaneously because the speed of light doesn't apply when moving through yourself

Some people think I'm so retarded I'm intelligent and some people think I'm so intelligent I'm retarded but all I have to say to that is derrrrrrrrrrrrr

A live beehive makes a really bad piñata or a really good piñata depending on what you're trying to get out of it

A lonely invisible incognito nudist not thoroughly convinced of the reality of his own existence ironically paints a self portrait with an eraser because an image is defined equally by negative space

An amnesiac walks along the beach and sees footprints in the sand behind him and wonders who has been following him and where they went

If Bad Haiku was a girl
She wouldn't be old enough to drink
But she would already be an alcoholic
She'd split her time between
Amy Schumer and Virginia Wolfe
She'd be affectionate but not slutty
Which I suppose is a thin line
Kind of girl that randomly climbs trees

I feel like we're two old people
With an antiques shop
Used to no one showing up
Then if someone else shows up
It's like why are you here
Even though the sign out front
Clearly says please come in
Everything old is new again

the true test of the
survival is taking on
that which seems at the

time impossible
and living in the time after
knowing you DID

my body does to me
what my mind does not then will
and when will i know

the body mind split
or the body mind connection
will we reconnect

or will we break up

living during a
historical crisis with these
"things" going on right

now, live and let live
needs to be fought for as some
fight against the thought

it's sometimes the days
are a bit of a task to just
get through and go on

well if one is in
a mirror dealing with say
belly fat would it

do well to look in
a mirror that says objects
may appear closer

than they actually are

A brief note to self:
Who the tuck are you really?
Objects in mirror

give us the back to
the future joke here and give
us directions to

san dimas? something
strange is going on at the
circle k...woah...two lines

There's no time like the
Present unless you're actually
Living in the past

At which point you may
Consider that there's no time
Quite like the future

Oh
Pour me another drink
And punch me in the face
You can call me Nancy

"Nancy From Now On"

by Father John Misty

Father John Misty?
And he's on SubPop, well crap
i gotta get the

t-shirt of them then

i could battle the
Devil with all my might and
somehow win but still

words may hurt more than
sticks and stones combined and they
know not Hellfire

just this dead world of
unfullfilled desire and all
to please the body

well our pasts are the
building blocks of who we are
stone or sand aside...

So I break shit a lot
I've lived in parking lots
I had to lose my mind
To find myself in time

Imagine borders
Forgotten without answers
Challenge in my mind

Dances of nature
Gift of life between the stars
Success intertwined

Resenting mountain
Tender hug resigned to fate
Mountains reach swiftly

Control in my mind
Lost stranger is never lost
And never stranger

Eating of fire
Silver lines ahead of time
Control without end

Writings after rain
Silver lines now look for more
World spins back and forth

Nature on the ice
Buried ocean emerges
Sadly snowdrift scolds

Head hangs heavier
Dreams of falling from above
But want to go where

It's "The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment" by Father John Misty

remember I'm the guy
who wished you owned a vhs
so you could watch

"The Discreet Charm of
The Bourgoise" which i might
know titles better

than codes of youtube.
but i shall be anon and hope
others well, ketch-up

Married to myself
Impossible keep secrets
I'm never alone

As it was in the
Beginning so will it be
In the very end

Hablo español
Soy un gato volador
Queso es bueno

i just hear some birds
were on the loose chickens and
the password right now

is "for sale" "eggs" it's
just too dang good to be true
for that to work out

:)

Well summer leads to
instances of that expression
and despite my deal

It is nice to see
you back, for it would not be
the same without you

mogg

well if we keep on
talking about cheese then you
know how that digests...

I had a big pooh.
It made me very happy,
So had another

well between you and
I he did have an album
called Sailing the Seas

of Cheese with Primus
given our real life cheese themed
universe theories

Do not do nutmeg
Unless you want to become
Les Claypool - for real

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aYDfwUJzYQg

Les Claypool does drugs so you don't have to

vhs - you're not weird
you know you're weird
therefore not weird
not weird - wired
but yeah maybe staying away from nutmeg couldn't hurt

People similar
Single point of origin
Happy Father's day

it goes thru parts of
history, the binge and then
the kicking of the

habits of the binges of
social to everything turn
turn turn and all that...

that whole time for all
the purposes under the
heavens and on earth

you all just happened
to talk about this when i
picked up an audio

of Naked Lunch which
has so many vile nadirs
but drugs play a part...

I am far too weird
to need such things to get me
to where i am now

I just so happen to be an airborne feline with some interest in ethnopharmacology.

Myristicin is the hallucinogenic agent in nutmeg and mace. Myristicin is a naturally occurring insecticide and acaricide. In a 2005 study it showed possible neurotoxic effects on cultivated human neuroblastoma (cancer) cells. In 1963, Alexander Shulgin speculated myristicin could be metabolized to MMDA, a psychoactive drug related to MDA, in the liver.

Tripping on nutmeg.
Has anyone died from it?
It's rather toxic.

I understand the goods can be extracted via alcohol and the toxic substances discarded. Grind fresh eggnog (several ounces) let it sit in alcohol (everclear) and the hallucenogenic chemical will rise to the top. Put it in the ice box and chill. Skim it off and throw the rest away.

Eggnog on nipples
dribbling down her belly,
moistening pubis.

Have you ever sprayed
eggnog out of your nostrils
sitting by the fire?