| Current mood: |  drunk |
| Current music: | Charlie Parker - Donna Lee |
On Schmech's Owrk
Your art is no lcloud
and no rain,
real dirt and true hurt
as we always see.
A life lived pretended
with rare exceptions
tranfur never give to us
viewers of the school bus.
Nothing comes trite,
living life with-out artistic wife.
Bring on the sequal to see stand.
Leave behind a bloody kite.
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