I wonder if europeans know where they come from. The danites that settled the islands of greece. The the danites of the isles of the hibernian seas. And the danites that settled the fjords of the danelands. They knew that caucasus literally means caca asshole place. The worlds porcelain bowl used as the toilet of mankind. The place were stone breaks and bricks were built and men of chalk found the word. And the shibboleth is the only way in our out of the maiz of the children of the corn. Where you either swim up to the gate or you glug glug glug down into the drain. Some turds float like a boat while others sink to the bowl like a kidneys stone. The bird is the word that talks back what its heard so everyone can learn from the great chicky hearn. When the ceaster cats from the east met the fire birds from the west and we all got hooked on that hypnotic supersonic megaphonic. Like if its name was cauca-cola! You know what a smell of a colitas is like? Pretty maids all lined up in a row. The nose knows down what crack the white line goes. Those platinum gold desert eagles were up to some magnum caliber new coke hijinks that's for sure. Living the life of crimeans and ruining the walls running up and down the runic gates. That's the way you do it. You get money for nothing and the chicks for free. But instead all you get is a longing for your empty v. Like the earls and the lords at the free bread store.
the eruli are the feds working for the man. the death scythe lords of the salted mines made from the chaos creating causes that are the bottom of the pit of the the well dressed man with a top looking beard high and tight like the sleeping one eyed wodan hanging from the tree of life in the mine of the caucazoid. but yes, the churls don't surf. they just get on their big red birds and storm the seven seas dropping 220 liter barrels with lines only a homer reads but only if they get the message and they turn the barrels into cars like the ships carrying barrels of spirit turning little churlies into great karls flying just a wee bit lower in the sky like giant buicks driving down the avenue while riding high on a homer of rum!
fuck way too soon my buddy works for the family all the time and they never said anything although it was pretty well known he was fighting it one of a kind talent i think i was 17 when my brother gave me the first album on cassette before "you really got me" started getting air play didn't come out of the 74 camaro for a couple of months and i was the coolest kid pulling into high school w that cranked no one had ever heard that sound really sad to hear
That's funny...I was just complaining the other day that I need to go to the dentist. What a world that I actually want to go to the dentist.