Random Words

3/12/08 - My hands will now start typing random words. Hold on...Let me think...Ok...Almost got it...delicate spectators drove drivers through thorough burrows of sparrow sculptures guarded by vultures with no culture or virtue or vivor or saavy sayings for cravings of ravens thirsty for thirty ice cubed tubes filled with filaments containing plain grains of insane membranes located on the cypress hill we all know too well of wishes creating dishes of switches switching our direction to sections of questions surrounded by crowded shrouded clouds forming the shape of an observor’s mind passing its prime and in good time our rhymes will be worth less than a dime of nickels that buys four hundred pickles and while jalapenos relish their fate the ketchup will try talking sense into the mustard but it will be stubborn scorned and torn from the norm...cheers...everybody knows your name.