Saturday, 16 December 2006 By Green Haired JimI'll rollover and let any Jim Dandy give me head. Head on an umade bed.
And when I splork it up your nose don't complain.
My seminiferous vessels are just doing their job;
making the juice that makes me loose.
My spiral scratch knackers keep the universe secrets
The third eye that is my pecker.
Just like Lopsing Rampa said;
"gaze you fucker gaze - it is in this hole that it all remains."
Now I'm happy with me pecker flaccid on me belly
and the stars over head.
And now they start throwing the dirt on me;
because I'm, like, dead.