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headache
heartache
bellyache

shake me
quake me
wake me
up

need a cuppa
joy

what if Dracula had a six gun?
it makes my blood run cold
my slam dunk disposition
I knew Clay before he was Mohammed

the jester has to keep a straight face
especially when he's doing a bank job
Dracula spins the cylinder and locks the hammer
you can see the ice in his eyes

Watson, bring the needle.

more cold blood runs
through the veins
of a fool than
through the heart
of a cadaver

then you must be an Ice Kween, dear

Tragedy is always mocked by the bourgeois:
My Darling Clementine is Sophocles:
each day is an OK Corral, Pecos Bill is
Pericles, though with a civil war revolver
instead of a pike

perezoso wrote:L-rot deserves some credit for alluding to real people and not hisself:

That's L-ROOT to you, mi amiga.

the saloon clock strikes High Noon
Cagney's dance is over
and Gary Cooper walks into town
inscrutable as a cowboy
his lectures are short
the caliber long
I've been on Boot Hill forever
I mock the living
just like I mock the dead.

perezoso wrote:then you must be an Ice Kween, dear

Yes.
That's right.

I am an Ice Kween,
heart frozen like death.
I bear hatred for the
illusion of warmth
with each and every
breath.

And if that don't grab ya,
maybe I'll get an ice pick
outa my freezer
and stab ya.


hahahahahahahahahahaha

I was a cold cold bitch
lyin' in the morgue,
'til the undertaker
came up and gave
me a fuck.

He made me come alive
like I never was before.

Dammit!
Just my luck.

I was so much enjoying
being dead to the world.
I didn't want to come back
to find it.

But now that I'm here,
I'm still a cold bitch
and it makes it easy that way
so I don't mind it.

It was nothing short of a miracle!
I was dead, now I'm alive.
I resurrected a frozen spirit
so I could create this lousy dive.

LOL!

yippie ki yi a
yodel lodel lay ee hoe
saloon door
crashes open,
V. D. Walkin

Contrary to what some believe,
rhyming is a skill.
And so I'm here to tell you
what I got.

The phrase "bon mot"
can be rhymed with "tallyho"
But definitely not
with NOT.

hey mark

hold up with that X thing, please?

OK?

I'm having fun!!!

have fun, ok? purty please?

i used to ride
in the fields
behind my house,
on a horse
named pal.
My cowgirl handle,
was bad time
cowgirl chloe.
We were poor,
mother was
addicted to outlaws,
and booze,
fact, it was jesse james
who gave me Pal.
That was the thing about
jesse james.
He new when a
gal needed
a pal.
He also had
jam in his name.

how bout this one?
this one,
that one.
I'll take this one,
but if I take it,
you'll have to take
that one,
because that's
all there is,
this
and that,
and that,
and this.
It's a cage.
My god, it's a cage,
this cage
and that cage.
there must be a way out.
of this,
er,
that,
uh,
fuck,
help me,
I'm stuck!

the shell casings are barely cool on the floor
when I ask the 'tender for another drink
In the Wild West you have to be able to shoot as straight
cold drunk as stoned sober.

X's and O's just amount to tic-tac-toe
zeros and ones don't amount to lead in your chest