Badaboom

We’re knotty enough to be impossible to separate.

Tied in welded metal wires, too complex to remove.

Every knots a “not gonna leave you.”

Like every last microscopic detail happened seemingly by accident exactly how you wanted, like, and love.

Like I took every impossibility out of The Universe, and used it to set us up perfectly for eternal immortality forever.

A mitochondrian braided knot with friendship string like woven baskets done with your hands tailored to perfection.

Now as things get naughtier we’re inseparable like you see my blind spot, and give me 100% clear vision, and I do the same for you.

Bad girls soul lyrics

Bomb bomb bomb bomb

Yes we party on

Party till the break of Dawn, slowly moving on.

(Fresh Dick Self moaning in satisfaction; uohh Beasty butt bumping funky style)

Go gold, or go old. Peter in the Psalm, till were palm trees in the sun. Stars step up to aligned. Father’s gone in Hollywood, bad boys in the song. Porridge, morridge. It’s all good no matter what. I’m all you; I’m the slut. Santa’s Ho, signed my name to Devil’s Soul. Boyfriend trusts the thing. Flash my wrists to get in. Say the tricks, put the mist. There should be no questions, focus on your careers first. Better than worst, top it with the sprinkles… blues with the pinks living purple. 80 wands with some magic liver.

Maybe we could make it better by making it rhyme.

I don’t know why, I thought these were the most genius lyrics when I wrote this, and looked for it. I lost it once, and mourned its loss grievingly. It’s supposed to be like a movie theme song in response to all these random attention seeking behavior statements where the people did the one most epic thing they could do in response, which was to just keep partying, and celebrating their success.

We only get it as Good as we are.

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