this is my contribution to infinity, the recipe is a magical combination of eloquence, gin, mathematics and hip hop. let the hip hop saturate in the gin, then use mathematics to shape it into something eloquent.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Truth....three lines at a time
After bottling his sanity he sold it to the pope
Rich and Stupid She couldn't be less appealing
Glittering and savage her animal lust charges the darkness
Paralyzed by comfort movement was replaced by growth
When he reaches critical mass no one knows what will happen
1 Comments:
Very nice. And I think you're right about the pop machines...
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