"Funky was the State of Affairs"
2/17/13
bloody lightning bolts
feed back my friend here, until
we dance and take sleep
Don't anchor here, man,
With its woes steeper than steeples.
Onto station synth!
Piggy bank glaze time,
Beer and juice and gum and toothpaste
Funky is a time.
Yo! There's no Texas
There are two kinds of sax, though
Rockin' and dirty
Fuck the URL
Right? Cuz like I said there is
No fuckin' Texas
Why do you gotta Fuck...
Zappa's dream of the Future?
How you know Funky?
Choices are sexy
Your clavinet makes me wet
A shoulder shimmy
Boop boop beep ba-dop
I want to play all day long
Lets meet for ice cream
My state of affairs
Are so freaking funky now
I'm in outer space
Our shoulders shimmy
You say "No Parties," but dude -
You're picking my speed
Your day - shake it out
Whatever happened is gone
This pleases me, too
Throwback dance party
should we be smoking the weed?
let's all get haircuts
Most days I want drugs
Right now more than usual
mind thought heart face fuck
grandparents basement
a cabinet full of drugs
a way I felt once
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