Listening to: taking back sunday
Feeling: drunk
OMG IM SOOOOOOO DRUINK!
HAPPY CHRISMTAS
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Like a shrimp in a suitcase laying on a window ledge,
like a pair of tartan slippers and they’re underneath a hedge,
like a scout master at daybreak putting peanuts in his glove,
like a specially formed ice arch for climbing over doves,
like a sardine in a hair net and he’s staring at a priest.
These things you'll find constantly irritate our minds.
Like a sugar unicycle that’s being ridden by a fork,
like a batten berg owned by Jesus that can miraculously talk,
like a lemon pip with sideboards fighting a bearded crab,
or Bono in a boob tube on the choir master’s lap,
like a elaborate heating system apparently in Kent.
These things you’ll find constantly irritate our minds.
Like a badger with an afro throwing sparklers at the Pope,
like a family of foxes and they’re glowering at some soap,
like a lump of Nazi nougat walking down an avenue,
like a Tudor vacuum cleaner saying "How do you do?"
like a kestrel having sex above a television set.
These things you’ll find constantly irritate our minds.
-Jamie