we need to freestyle again or something.

Tuning Crotch says:

BLOW TORCH BLOW COCK BLOW THAT COCK.

Dope says:

i am 2, 2 blocked.

Tuning Crotch says:

RUBBY DO NOT BELIVE THEM YOU NOT A SUPER SCRUBBY THE WOMENS LIKE THAT IN A MAN

Tuning Crotch says:

JUMP ON THIS FATNESS AND LAST THROUGH THE TRACK AND IF YOU EAT THAT DICK I NAME YOU FIRSTBORN ROBERTA FLACK

Tuning Crotch says:

RETURN OF THE MACK FLAPJACK CRAIG GOT A TIP ON HOW TO SQUAT FLAT

Tuning Crotch says:

AND IF I SAT ON THAT SILVIO VASQUEZ MISA MI MISAYU MASAMI WUCHA

Tuning Crotch says:

IF I SAT ON IT, BILL ME, COS I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME TO EVEN GLUE THAT SHIT TOGETHER AGAIN

Tuning Crotch says:

SEIRROUSLY

Tuning Crotch says:

so, what you mean? like just here or on teh boards?

Dope says:

yeah. i haven't been able to really write in a long ass time.

Tuning Crotch says:

WHAT YOU MEAN YEAH??

Tuning Crotch says:

HERE

Tuning Crotch says:

OR ON

Tuning Crotch says:

TEH

Tuning Crotch says:

BOARDS?

Dope says:

WHAT DIFFERENCE IZ MAXE I AM BLOX ALL AROUND!!!!!

Tuning Crotch says:

OK

Dope says:

BLOX IZ BLOX

Tuning Crotch says:

I BLOX THAT SHIT UP WITH A PAPER WAD

Dope says:

NOW I BLOX U BUTT WITH MY COX

Tuning Crotch says:

I STUFF UP THE SHIT WITH A SCOTTISH DAD

Tuning Crotch says:

I MADE HIM EAT THE DIRT WITH RAKE TEETH

Tuning Crotch says:

HE GRIN SAD AND MAKE IT DANCE IN AUTUMN KINDA SPIRITS

Tuning Crotch says:

ALCOHOL DROWN AND ALCOHOL SWIM

Tuning Crotch says:

ALCOHOL FUZZ WASHIN YOU MIND OF THAT ALCOHOL SIN

Tuning Crotch says:

TEARS AND WINE AND SCOTCH AND ALL THIS IMBIBING

BEBER

IN A SETOFF PLACE A SECLUDED COT

Tuning Crotch says:

GREW OUT A BEARD MADE OF MONTHS

Tuning Crotch says:

GREW OUT SOME DIRT ON HIS FACE

Tuning Crotch says:

MADE OF GUILT THE DIRT WAS MADE OF THAT

Tuning Crotch says:

HE DID NOT LOOK UP ANYMORE EXCEPT FOR AT THE RETAIL SERVICERS

Tuning Crotch says:

HE WISHED TO BUY THEIR PRODUCTS

Tuning Crotch says:

TO KEEP THE PLACE WARM

Tuning Crotch says:

AND HE'D DRIVE THE CARRIAGE BACK IN THE NIGHT

Tuning Crotch says:

HE FIDDLED WITH A METAL USELESS PIECE

Tuning Crotch says:

AND HE SAT THERE ON THAT COT OF COTTON

Tuning Crotch says:

BROKE 3 WHOLE MIRRORS TWO OF WHICH WERE NOT HIS

Tuning Crotch says:

AND HE REGRETS THESE THINGS BUT HE NEVER TELLS THIS

Tuning Crotch says:

SO EVERYONE THINKS HE IS JUST CRAZY TO BREAK THESE MIRRORS LIKE THAT WITHOUT APPARENT REMORSE

Tuning Crotch says:

AND ARE THEY RIGHT I DUNNO ANRE THERYRIGHT I DON'T

Tuning Crotch says:

NOW

Tuning Crotch says:

KNOWHIRL

Tuning Crotch says:

SOMETIMES IN LUCID MOMENTS HE THINKS THERE OCULD BE A TRINITY ON THIS EARTH

Tuning Crotch says:

A TRINITY OF BASTARDS TO CUT THEMSELVES ON THE THIN AIR AND ON THE COMFORT

Tuning Crotch says:

BLEEDING WITHOUT REASON AND BLEEDING WITHOUT SUFFICIENT COMPARISON

Tuning Crotch says:

THERE IS HIM THE ALOOF THE MIDDLE AGED THE TOWN SETOFF

Tuning Crotch says:

AND THERE IS ALSO THE BOY IN A HOTEL A SCRUBBED CLEAN HOTEL FULL OF THESE WASHED SHEETS SMELL OF ALIEN CLEANNESS FOREIGN SCRUBBEDNESS

Tuning Crotch says:

SO DISORIENTED BY THE ORGANISATION

Tuning Crotch says:

WITH ALL THE LOVE AND MORE BUT NO FEELING EXCEPT THE NIGHT AND THE DESIRE TO ARC UP TO THE MOON AND THE MOON TRIES TO ARC TO MEET HIM BUT THE NIGHT IS NEVER LONG ENOUGH

Tuning Crotch says:

AND THERE IS ALSO A THIRD A FUCK WHO LAUGHS ON THIS STALE BREAD AND SUBSISTS OFF OF MOLD GRUBBING LITTLE FUCK INCONSIDERATE AND EVERYONE'S FRIEND

Tuning Crotch says:

AND EVERY

Tuning Crotch says:

ONE'S

Tuning Crotch says:

FRIEND

Tuning Crotch says:

THE KNOWLEDGE OF THESE EXISTENCES WOULD NOT EVEN BE ENOUGH TO BEND THE ALREADY GROWN TREE IT'S GROWN TOO FAR AND NOW WE CANNOT CLIMB AN ARC

Tuning Crotch says:

IT STANDS STRAIGHT MORE OR LESS AND HOW DOES ONE MANAGE THIS TRICK ANYWAY I DON'T KNOW

Dope says:

shit.

Dope says:

my mojo is dead.

Tuning Crotch says:

THEY TELL ME IF I WAS EARLIER TO BEND THE SHIT I COULD CLIMB THE ARC OF THE BENT SAPLING

Tuning Crotch says:

BUT I SAY IN RETORTION THAT A SAPLING WOULD NOT SUPPORT MY WEIGHT MY DEAD WEIGHT

Tuning Crotch says:

ONLY A GROWN TREE CAN SUPPORT ME BUT THE GROWN TREE DO NOT BEND

Tuning Crotch says:

stuck mojo. isn't that a band?

Dope says:

retortion.

Dope says:

torte?

Dope says:

TORTE?

Dope says:

RASPBERRY TORTE?!?

Tuning Crotch says:

RASPBERRY CREME RASPBERRY CALM RASPBERRY CROTCH THAT'S COVERED WITH BALM

Tuning Crotch says:

HOPPIN' LIKE A FREAK HOPPIN' LIKE A JERK HOPPIN' LIKE A RETARD WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK

Tuning Crotch says:

RASPBERRY IS THE SOPHISTICATE THE JOY OF THE PRELATE

Tuning Crotch says:

RASPBERRY IS IN A GLASS CASE THE FLAVOR I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN THINK OF

Tuning Crotch says:

I SNEAK MY THOUGHTS PAST THE IRON MAIDEN

Tuning Crotch says:

AND THEN I AM TORTURED BY MY ASSUMPTION BY MY GALL THAT I COULD EVEN EVER DREAM OF THE RASPBERRY WITHOUT THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF UNATTAINABILITY

Tuning Crotch says:

STILL THE RASPBERRY SITS PRETTY IN A GLASS CASE IN THE SUN ROOM

Tuning Crotch says:

LACE PROPRIETY AND POLITENESS TO SCARE MY DIRTY STANK ASS OFF

Tuning Crotch says:

PERFECTLY SET TABLES AND ORDER OF THE STATE TO PLACE CONFUSION INTO MY MELTED METAL DUST FOR BRAINS EXISTENCE INTO THIS COMPLACENCY OF RHYTHMLESS TWITCHING AND SUNDAY NIGHT QUEASY SPELLS OF UNEASY RECOGNITION OF MY INADEQUACY TO REACH MY DREAM

Tuning Crotch says:

I TOUCH UPON IT WITH EYES ANIMAL EYES AND HURT LIVE FEAR

FEAR OF THE ALARM CLOCK AND ITS REALITY OF MORNING WHEN I LIVE AND GIVE MYSELF TOTALLY TO THE NIGHT THAT I AM IN AND ANYTHING CONTRADICTORY IS DISORIENTING AND QUITE ABLE TO MAKE ME UNSURE OF HOW I CAN WALK WITH STEADY FEET AND ANSWER QUESTIONS LIKE I BELONG HERE NATURALLY ON THE PLANET EARTH

Tuning Crotch says:

rantrantrant.

Tuning Crotch says:

squark.

Tuning Crotch says:

is it just me or does retortion sound like something mary j blige would sing about?

Dope says:

I AM AFRAID IT IS JUST YOU THIS TIME, BUDDAY.

Dope says:

YOU ON YOU OWN.

Tuning Crotch says:

haha. okay.

Dope says:

hey. you find watching Ozzy take out the trash amusing, right?

Tuning Crotch says:

i didn't see that.

Tuning Crotch says:

but i saw when they previewed the shit about him throwing a log through the window.

Tuning Crotch says:

that was fucken funny as hell.

Dope says:

that whole fucken episode had me in tears.

Dope says:

Sharon all throwing the moldy ham into the neighbors yard.

Tuning Crotch says:

DRY ASS KNUCKLES

Tuning Crotch says:

GETTIN' ON MY DICK

Tuning Crotch says:

MY DICK!!

Tuning Crotch says:

MY DICJK!

Tuning Crotch says:

MY FUCKEN!! DICK!!

Tuning Crotch says:

TRIP ON A TRAMPOLINE COS I HOPE YOU DON"T FALL I HOPE YOU DO MORE I HOPE YOU PLUMMET PAST THIS EARTH INTO A REAL GAME SHOW HELL AND MERV GRIFFINN GOT SNACK CAKES THERE AND MARV ALBERT GOT SNAP COCKS THERE

Tuning Crotch says:

CHALUPA SNOOPA YOU ACT LIKE YOU WAS A HIGHWAY PATROLMAN in 79

Tuning Crotch says:

I SAID BITCH YOU WERE BORN IN 80~!!

Tuning Crotch says:

WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL WITH MY MALTOMEAL!!

OATTEDHONEYCLUSTERS AND SHIT!

Tuning Crotch says:

THRASHIN' TO THE 80'S METAL WHEN I SWING BY IN YOUR DADDY'S GREEN PINTO

Tuning Crotch says:

GREEN LIKE CANDY GREEN LIKE DISGUSTING

Tuning Crotch says:

I NEVER WANNA EAT ANOTHER TAB OF YOUR LSD ROBITUSSIN

Tuning Crotch says:

HUNAN TAKEOUT SAID TAKE A NUMBER AND I TOOK 45 AND THEN I STOOD IN LINE AND THEN I WAS DECEIVED BY THE SHORT ORDER COOK WITH A LONG DICK

Tuning Crotch says:

WITH

Tuning Crotch says:

A

Tuning Crotch says:

LONG

Tuning Crotch says:

DICK

Tuning Crotch says:

TESTICLES THE SIZE OF SWEET SAUCY EGG ROLLS

Tuning Crotch says:

AND I SAID BABY I COULD USE THOSE FOR LARGE RODENT PILLOWS

Tuning Crotch says:

THROW PILLOWS EVEN BUT HE WAS SCARED HE MIGHT GET BIT BY THE WIT CONTAINED IN MY BRAIN THE SIZE OF RODENT SHIT

Tuning Crotch says:

SO I SAID BABY MY CREDIT CARD IS COLLATERAL IF YOU CAN LOOK AT IT LONGITUDINALLY HORIZONTALLY ON THIS VICTORIA'S SECRET CATALONG AND DO NOT DIAL THE NUMBER CONTAINED THEREIN AND USE MY CREDIT CARD NUMBER AS A TOOL FOR YOUR OBTAINATION OF CROSS DRESSING MATERIALIZATION

Tuning Crotch says:

BUT THE HEAT WAS TOO STRONG FOR THE MAN THE GREED OF HIS SELF

Tuning Crotch says:

AND HE DOUBLE CROSSED ME AND I DID NOT EVEN GET A FORTUNE COOKIE

Tuning Crotch says:

I GOT THIS COLLAR A DOG COLLAR THOUGH

Tuning Crotch says:

I FOUND IT IN HIS POCKET AFTER I PICKED IT WITH MY FIVE FINGER DIGITS

Tuning Crotch says:

LICKETY SPLIT I WAS ON THAT SHIT IN AN S&M FANTASY INVOLVING JOAN COLLINS AND A WINE BOTTLE FULL OF GRAPE KOOL AID

Tuning Crotch says:

I LABELED THE BOTTLE POIPLE JESUS COS THAT SHIT IS MURDER ON A LIVER OR A KIDNEY OR A KRYPTONIAN POCKET WATCH

Tuning Crotch says:

I SAID TO MYSELF MAN JUST YOU WATCH I WILL BE FAMOUS AND RICH JUST LIKE THE COVER OF A MAGAZINE CONTAINING NUDIE GIRLIES AND SPREAD OUT LIKE THAT AND FAT ON THE CREAM OF THE DOLLAR DREAM MACHINE

Tuning Crotch says:

JUST LIKE MY COUSIN WAS BUZZED OFF THAT SHIT AND I WAS LIKE BABY IT IS KOOL AID IT IS RIGHTEOUS DO NOT TAINT MY FANTASY WITH YOUR DIRTY REALITY OF THE SPENDING OF POINTS EARNED ON CAMEL CIGARETTES TOWARDS YOUR UGLY DISEASE OF LUNG CANCER AND A LEAKY MIND OF INSANE PROPORTION

Tuning Crotch says:

INSTEAD YOU SHOULD COUNT THEM 20'S AND EARN YOUR WAY TO SELLING OUT

Tuning Crotch says:

AND THAT

Tuning Crotch says:

IS

Tuning Crotch says:

THE TROOF.

Tuning Crotch says:

.me bows.

Dope says:

LONG WINDY FUCK!

Tuning Crotch says:

haha really


KAIBUTSU (that's Japanese for Monster, by the way.) - 2004-08-25
a monster shit is you - 2004-08-03
Fickle Final Fantasy Faggotry - 2004-07-30
Frankenmirrors - 2004-07-30
Hello, Jackass, my old friend. - 2004-06-24

GO ON, THEN.. I DARE YOU!!