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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 12: Rex Deus Ressurectio - 2008-2009

I’m Gonna Spill The Blood Of A Hippy

Stigmata Diabolic

All of the things you love
You'll one day grow to hate
They'll leave you empty
They'll lead to our decay
I'd like to take you out
You will not come back with me
I'm gonna take you down
By leaving you in the breeze
The bullshit that you spawn
Will lead to our demise
I know you won't give in
You cannot live your lie
You think it's black and white
Though it's grey when it rains
You lack a brain
You lack truth
Lack in anything you say
I'm the cure for what you claim
I'm gonna take you down
You won't come back with me
If you looked ahead
You'd see a world without man
If I let you be

© 2008, Mosquitobyte

ShannonV - on May 10 2008

*takes a giant bong hit* whatever man, whatever.

 

PEACE,

 

shannon 


Mosquitobyte - on May 10 2008
PMSL
Colleen - on May 10 2008
PMSL   does this mean, Please Molest Small Lemurs  
Mosquitobyte - on May 11 2008

Only to stoned tree hugging, animal molesting, hippy types. For the sane, living in realikty world, it means Pissing My Self Laughing.

Mos.


Mosquitobyte - on May 11 2008

Jaysus wept!!!!! I just noticed how many hit's this has had in one night!!!!

*shakes head, he didn't think it was worthy of 20 hits*

I just can't figure y'all out at times.

 

Mos.


ShannonV - on May 11 2008

i'm guessing the title drew 'em in. we're intruiged by threats of bloody violence. i am, at least.

 

 

 


Mosquitobyte - on May 11 2008

Who said anything about threats? I don't make threats......

:P

 

Mos


Celticlion - on May 11 2008
I grew up in "communes" where self-indulgent, promiscuous hippies thought everything they did was deep and profound- like running outside naked when it rained and filming it. Meanwhile, the kidlets in the house were neglected, beaten and abused- but "peace" and "love" were the mottos thrown around like mice feces. Needless to say, I just love the whole hippie thing because it's so tuned in to what's really happening in the world rather than just hiding in the permanent adolescence of narsissistic pretense with costumes, no less. Groovy. I say, let's put them in a tiny glass room and burn Sandalwood incense in such intense amounts that they expire from incense poisoning. Wow. That's deep. The Grateful Dead can be playing loudly in the background. And we will wrap their scented corpses in tie dyed shrouds and feed them to starving dogs. Then they really will have given something to the planet. Beautiful, man....C
Mosquitobyte - on May 11 2008

Listen! Do you hear that? It's the sound of a million 4 year olds clapping. Such is the enjoyment of the sarcasm oozing from Celticlions comment.

he he

Mos.


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