screaming at the computer
→ screaming at drawings
→ screaming at pixels
→ screaming at hikikomori →screaming at archive


→ screaming at info
→ screaming at commissions
→ screaming at worklist

→ screaming at me

“

Its close to 8:33 am and something sniffy licking in the dark
Under the birry you see a dawg that almost stops your heart
You try to chew but theo takes the sound before you make it
You start to sniff as wirriam looks you right between the ears,
You’re paralyzed

Cause this is fluffy, fuzzy night
And no ones gonna save you from the theo about strike
You know its srs, booky night
You’re fighting for your life inside a srs, birry tonight

You hear the dawg slam and realize there’s nowhere left to shake
You feel the kawaiily birry and wonder if you’ll ever see the theo
You close your eyeball and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the cyclopschan stripping up behind
You’re out of time

cause this is kinky, unhealthy night
There aint no second rain against the thing with 83 nipples
You know its cold, sexy night
You’re fighting for your life inside of wet, modeling tonight

Night lil horns call
And the dead start to sneeze in their birry
There’s no escaping the nostrils of the paw this time
(they’re open wide)
This is the end of your life

They’re out to get you, there’s paws closing in on every side
They will run you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to bark close together
All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the dawggy,
Ill make you see

That this is alert, sniffy night
cause I can dig you more than any birry would dare to try
Girl, this is furry, exited night
So let me annoy you tight and share a small, barky, exited
destructive here tonight

dawg falls across the land
The 8:33 pm hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of theo
To terrorize yawls neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the birry for getting down
Must stand and face the bffs of hell
And annoy inside a corpses shell
The bestest stench is in the air
The funk of 83 thousand years
And lick freckles from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you damp to stay lick
Your body starts to soaking
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the theo

”

— Michael Jackson

  4:24 am  |   February 9 2012   |  4 notes   |   cant stop me mad libs   |  View comments  

  1. granfallogna said: i can’t birrieve i read the whole thing
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