left column have so many pretty monkeys. so many. ugly grumpy sweet monkeys. and bikini no-girls. sweet girl-monkeys
love left column. stee say stupid monkey stee-journal moving really really soon. like 1
day... what that mean? candy? monkey? love candy? monkey monkey? hope left column have
place at new monkey stee-site. hope so...
la vie no smoka
He's into nic addiction
black lungs and raspy sigh
He feels a premonition
those things’ gonna make him die
He’s into the sensation
suck deep and feel alright
he's got a real addiction
he smokes all day and night
They’ll make you spend your money
and go wheezing when you walk
They’ll make your clothes smell funny
and make it hurt when you talk
think you’re gonna have stop
what’s he mad about?
he's living la vie No Smoka
he’ll scream and yell at you
he's living la vie No Smoka
he chews gum like a cow
in cigs he wants to soak-a
he’ll throw things at your head
he's living la vie No Smoka
living la vie No Smoka
woke up in L.A. City
in his funky hillside pad
they took his smokes and took his lighter!
oh that’s right, he gave up that fad
he never watches movies
smoking scenes are just like taunts
and if you do make love to him
he might not dig your flaunts
cuz it’s not your Butt he wants
what’s wrong with that guy?
he's living la vie No Smoka
the patch is just for wimps
he's living la vie No Smoka
his misses marlboro reds
of one he’d love a toke-a
he will beat up your man
he's living la vie No Smoka
living la vie No Smoka
You want one with your clothes off
and you want one when you eat
you want one when you drive your car,
at bars, and on the street,
like a baby to a teat
he is such a dick
he's living la vie No Smoka
but boy his breath smells nice
he's living la vie No Smoka
at least he doesn’t have
Eye Goop like tapioca
his shake will stop some day
he's living la vie No Smoka
living la vie No Smoka
living la vie No Smoka
Finally…
…If in the last few days you’ve heard a "tick tick tick", that’s the stee backlash clock just starting up. Regardless, I have an announcement. This will be the last entry at this location.
Yes, tomorrow, www.plaintivewail.com will be in full effect (hosted by the lovely people at spies, which in my mind is the coolest domain name this side of fresh hell). See you there…
The Larry King Happy
Song Corner
I want you.
You had your fun you don’t get well no more.
I want you.
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall.
Be careful darling you might fall.
I want you.
I woke up and one of us was crying.
I want you.
You said, "Young man I do believe you’re dying."
I want you.
If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days.
You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways.
I want you.
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget.
I want you.
Since when were you so generous and inarticulate.
I want you.
It’s the stupid details that my heart is breaking for.
It’s the way your shoulders shake and what they’re shaking for.
…speaking of which. I know you don’t believe Larry, baby. It’s all a big joke, right? No. Unfortunately, no.