Me Fans Are Scheepid Piglets

One Two Three Fourraye am an antique wrist!

and i am a novelist!

oh don't worry, i'll remember that song

i'll file it away for future reference

future reference paves slumberland freeway

four bald manservants at the corners of my bed

stop-sign, ain't your rules a fucking game?

was this worth getting out of bed for?

never end a friendship with a preposition

you've changed man

it used to be about the sex and drugs!

what's this music shit?

was it worth getting out of bed for?

i remember when you would take a sleeping pill at midnight

and blog till 3 in the morning anyway

what happened?

now it's an event, getting out of bed

and for what? this non-ironic happenstance?

slag off! o slag off!

water water everywhere yet not one drop to drink

sha-bang! there's plenty more purple flasks where that came from

o kinetic energy, o graphic calisthenics of caligula-like overkill

o phenotype pheromone hairspray from the photogenic genome

yo gnomish hearsay, boy, where's my latte boy? tell murphy i said

slag off!

i'm drinking purple-flask juice to forget about the excess saliva

it could be this, or it could be that, i could be too thin, or i could be too fat

it could be the traz, it could be the serts, or it could be

i'm thinking when i could be drinking, fuck the thoughts, time to bask

in the purple flask