Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Le Pouuutteeeen The Stranger
In the morning, I left you next to the burning lake. I ignited it. The gasoline was heavy to carry.
burning lakes, burning rivers, all very cleveland.
We took the first train out of there and loaded our shotguns. I had no shells. My partner, do you have any philosophical shells to load my gun? Also, I need water. The clock is ticking.
You need to decide. My love or yours.
My love.
Yours?
No, my love. I'm in trouble. I stayed behind. I've got a machete. And they won't let me on the train with a blade.
Just wait. I'll let you know the sick part of my mind in Brussles.
We've been to Brussels.
burning lakes, burning rivers, all very cleveland.
We took the first train out of there and loaded our shotguns. I had no shells. My partner, do you have any philosophical shells to load my gun? Also, I need water. The clock is ticking.
You need to decide. My love or yours.
My love.
Yours?
No, my love. I'm in trouble. I stayed behind. I've got a machete. And they won't let me on the train with a blade.
Just wait. I'll let you know the sick part of my mind in Brussles.
We've been to Brussels.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Le Pouteeen 12 4 10
Rihanna: Hello, aviary captain of sea flows.
Jason Statham: Come on, let's take those pants and sweaters off that mannequin.
R: We had some fun times under the covers. I hid some C-4 beneath the bed. Can't wait for it to explode.
J: Trust me. It already exploded. Nobody knew except us. Colourful fucking explosions., Period.
R: Hey, guy, let's figure out ourselves in terms of our bodies. In terms of plane tickets. Tickets for Caracas and a connecting flight (Montreal). I have a girlfriend there that can hole us up for a quick joint.
J: I've thought about these things at length. It turns out that one cannot find a decent organic fruit betwixt the places one finds coconuts in that Brazilian part of Brussels. Brussels. Brussels. Brussels. Something.
R: I strapped the TNT to the lambo waiting outside of that shit hotel. Can't wait to jump off the tower. Watch me. (MAN FALLS)
J: Okay, I guess. Okay.
Jason Statham: Come on, let's take those pants and sweaters off that mannequin.
R: We had some fun times under the covers. I hid some C-4 beneath the bed. Can't wait for it to explode.
J: Trust me. It already exploded. Nobody knew except us. Colourful fucking explosions., Period.
R: Hey, guy, let's figure out ourselves in terms of our bodies. In terms of plane tickets. Tickets for Caracas and a connecting flight (Montreal). I have a girlfriend there that can hole us up for a quick joint.
J: I've thought about these things at length. It turns out that one cannot find a decent organic fruit betwixt the places one finds coconuts in that Brazilian part of Brussels. Brussels. Brussels. Brussels. Something.
R: I strapped the TNT to the lambo waiting outside of that shit hotel. Can't wait to jump off the tower. Watch me. (MAN FALLS)
J: Okay, I guess. Okay.
Friday, December 3, 2010
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