[static-harmony]

And Jon Boy dances to the waves of porkmarras friendly unfriendly words. And the trees go in and out of the computer screen brushing all the boardies rotten teeth. And girls take off their clothes to show off their withering beauty. Sonic sounds gun down all the evil flowers of King_Buzzo's mind. Changing seasons dying on the town's latent puberty. And Savage Clone has a big amp to blast down his admires Static-Harmony and HaydenAsche, with such howling grunts. And the fervent angels fuck on the irises of te eye of grim posts. Not enough postage to go around to the world of the cow's ass. And cryptowonderdruginvogue loses his mind on an old man's ecstasy run down trip. And the funny dripping of bunbury's nose splatter all over the boardies keyboards with grimy playing cards. Swearing out loud in a church full of cemented priest, being molested by the Trix Bunny. Sunny day's are vivacious cum salivas inserted into the mind of a dying poet. Alex's Trip going into the mind of a scholar and chewing the nerves of his world-view soul. God standing on an ageless bed with three wonderful crochet pillows he did while being on duty to watch the world, and now Buddha is in charge. And the images of Non-Sonics create goo of sulfur and fluroscent lights. And the yesterday's have blown the fishes mouth into tomorrow's death.

[king_buzzo]

fuck yeah!