Kieran McConville
ONE love, blood, life
Frank the Monkey has urged me to riot like it's 1968 again
And by 'again', I mean he has been urging me again.
Frank told me a secret gang. He gets a hard on when he smells gasoline. Which, oddly, is nearly all the time.
Frank's FINGER is still POKING out of my mouth, guys. Frank's off on some trip, but his finger is STILL poking out of my mouth.
And my ass.
I forgot to mention that part.
Sometimes I think Frank's finger might have two ends, that meet inside somewhere. I'm literally shitting blood over this phenomenon.
Oh no, I just remembered, there's a reason why I posted this, I've gotta riot like it's 1968 (or maybe even 1918) again. I've gotta get with the smell of gasoline-soaked tablecloths and barbequed children.
Frank, SAID, I HAVE TO STOP CLEANING THE MESS away, HE SAID I'M MISSING THE GREATEST EXPERIENCE OF MY HIGHLY FLAMMABLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!
And by 'again', I mean he has been urging me again.
Frank told me a secret gang. He gets a hard on when he smells gasoline. Which, oddly, is nearly all the time.
Frank's FINGER is still POKING out of my mouth, guys. Frank's off on some trip, but his finger is STILL poking out of my mouth.
And my ass.
I forgot to mention that part.
Sometimes I think Frank's finger might have two ends, that meet inside somewhere. I'm literally shitting blood over this phenomenon.
Oh no, I just remembered, there's a reason why I posted this, I've gotta riot like it's 1968 (or maybe even 1918) again. I've gotta get with the smell of gasoline-soaked tablecloths and barbequed children.
Frank, SAID, I HAVE TO STOP CLEANING THE MESS away, HE SAID I'M MISSING THE GREATEST EXPERIENCE OF MY HIGHLY FLAMMABLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!