Saturday, November 21, 2015

Mein Gott, the Reefer Fairy, I Knew I Smelled the Twinkles!

There's your friend in need (i.e. me)
and your friend with weed (i.e. he)
and the Reefer Fairy knows
which way that sweet bud blows
and it flies about in space
spitting sparks around the place
and in one enormous puff of smoke
I see, dayum, this ain't no joke!

Wowzeroonie,
that boy can cook,
wherever you are
my friend with weed,
thankee for this bud,
it won't last all that long
but one hit is macaroonie,
and we're jammin' in this time.


I see the crap I write and I'm thinkin' also, dayum, this is getting way the fuck too serious but it is all honestly interesting and fascinating to me.  It was the wee problem of boring the living shit out of you (sob).

Holy macaroonie, play that funky music, blue boy?


So we need to synthesize the Hegelian Dialectic so it still makes sense but isn't patronizing crap.

(Ed:  The NAZI Triad sounds kind of cool)

Yah, it is that but people hear NAZI and go aaaaiiiiiiyyyyeeee into the street where politicians will kill them and take their water for the SuperPACawotomie tribe.

Mention Göring and people say, no, no, I don't want to hear about him eating babies for breakfast anymore.

(Ed: ewwwww, that's nasty!)

Bite me!  No way that's nastier than what he really did.  Dat boy be burnin' long after de Debbul Voodoo Bitch done totally burned every other soul in Hell.

The triad can relate to music perfectly because ...

(Ed:  you roll music and NAZIs together, you will be eaten by a walrus)

All together:  the walrus was Paul.

(Ed:  the Baptist?)

No, that was the other guy.

(Ed:  John?)

Yah, Lennon.  He was the walrus.  Fo' real.


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