this is the most skramz ditty i could write. sing it for the one you love and your love will be forever like the stars
lyrics:
this is my tiger suit i think your butt looks cute
there is no happy here unless your butt is near
i love the kids that love big butts and snub their nose at kids who don’t
i’m gazing at a candle to find calm but we all know it’s in your butt
perfectly imperfect like a butt
(via spineless-speech)
I can’t hear Jerry Lee Lewis without the high keys on his piano
becoming the prepubescent squeals of his cousin-wife,
and after the sizzling claim
that Picasso lay to his lover’s face with a cigarette,
everything he’s done is overpowered
by the smell of burning meat.
damn. Shit’s good
