jon burr: i rolled over from my minkmouthed
prositute of a wife with a cold sticky funk on my
chest and i pulled this face outta your jugular, i
took you past the apron past the cold faith of the
audience i pulled you out of the fucking ringrat
whorepile and NOW and NOW you take my
left arm and you pull it behind me i tap my right
arm against my shoulder i bounce bounce bounce
my leg and then the clapping stops and i realize
that i've retired, and you lick up every last cheer,
and that i'm a secretary or i deliver flowers.
this guy really displayed such shrewd
diligence during the Great Blackout
Of '03 and was really an inspiration to
us all and i was honored to have him on
our team.
in the post-apocalyptic america, jon
burr will be a homeless vagrant pushing
a shopping cart through the rubble.
The catch? THE CART IS FULL OF SKULLS.
jon burr's just gonna have to live with the fact
that i'd rather stuff this coor's lite tallboy up my
arse than let him run for class president
uncontested. i.e. over my anally-self-raped-by-
long-beer-can dead body. 'sides, cindy price is
class prez. and i didn't vote. i never vote. i'm
like gabe mejia. who's reading this? gabe mejia
was a lot cooler than like. . . everybody. jon, go
hang with that kid. i think scott can hook you
up. he once told me that my writing sucked and
he was the first person in florida that i respected.
fuck, jon. . . try lube for fucking once. fucker.
prositute of a wife with a cold sticky funk on my
chest and i pulled this face outta your jugular, i
took you past the apron past the cold faith of the
audience i pulled you out of the fucking ringrat
whorepile and NOW and NOW you take my
left arm and you pull it behind me i tap my right
arm against my shoulder i bounce bounce bounce
my leg and then the clapping stops and i realize
that i've retired, and you lick up every last cheer,
and that i'm a secretary or i deliver flowers.
diligence during the Great Blackout
Of '03 and was really an inspiration to
us all and i was honored to have him on
our team.
make that TWO. (us.) i heffa bress knux.
burr will be a homeless vagrant pushing
a shopping cart through the rubble.
The catch? THE CART IS FULL OF SKULLS.
that i'd rather stuff this coor's lite tallboy up my
arse than let him run for class president
uncontested. i.e. over my anally-self-raped-by-
long-beer-can dead body. 'sides, cindy price is
class prez. and i didn't vote. i never vote. i'm
like gabe mejia. who's reading this? gabe mejia
was a lot cooler than like. . . everybody. jon, go
hang with that kid. i think scott can hook you
up. he once told me that my writing sucked and
he was the first person in florida that i respected.
fuck, jon. . . try lube for fucking once. fucker.
Day 36. Ten women total. Rodriguez has
been calling. Gotta stay calm.