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Birds of Boland
He really did have a bowl of millet.
Dear Boland,
I guess you're wondering why I called you Boland instead of your real name. Huh? It's just that one time that I came out into the kitchen and saw that bowl of millet sitting there. I could not resist the temptation to think that it was bird seed I was , in fact, looking at. I realized in all actuality that was the exact time when I thought you to be Boland (instead of your real name).
Anyway, remember that time when you were lifting weights and you let us throw 20lb dumbbells on your chest? And how can you forget that bird seed. I know why now.... the birds know that there is a LOT of bird seed in this house and now they're coming to get it, but not before they crash through my window and start flying over and pecking on my lower lip when I went to get that new hair doo that I have always wanted and hoped for jumping down on golden fields forever sewing that teddy bear for your 6 month old grandson that will inherit the buzzing farm. It contains several swarms of fishy delight the Gorton morton never stops sailing and looking. I was just looking back at this and I realized that time IS sick and that everyone that is associated with time or any of those other time worshippers (said in a deep voice). Will meet their doom I know, I know, I know. Swirling echoes down. Laughing on the inside. Isn't it the distortion of that thing you were pecking at my window screeching and wanting to get in.... It's the BIRDS OF BOLAND!!! He knew he would arouse my curiosity upon the bowl that sit and daunts me every day of my life as I pass by it on my way to work or school. That is, every time I attend one of these types of events and I just wanted to report to you that I am biting down on a piece of metal, Now it's swirling down my throat like some of those curling (SPRING) things. No more wanking for you, Pudster Brown. That's it I'll name everything I've actually ever forgotten, honestly forgotten can be blamed on the BIRDS OF BOLAND (tm) If we blame the BIRDS OF BOLAND for everything bad that we do and every thing good that they do rubs off on you. And the BIRDS OF BOLAND has a strange BOBularity wonBOBering what it BOB is BOB BOB. I think we allBOBknow now. BOB BOB BOB. OK. It's revealed....FOR THE RECORD:I AM THE BIRDS OF BOLAND AND THE BIRDS OF BOLAND HAVE BECOME A PART OF ME. SO HELP ME gOD.
(NEVER)(SUCKER).
SO HELP ME gOD (HA)
ACT ONE SCENE 1
The birds of Boland, oh, the birds of Boland
Where doeth one layeth one's golden eggs?
In the desert? Nay! In the snow!
In the tropics? In that Tropical zone !
That haunts me and daunts me.
Every single day of my life.
I just reach for a MILLER (tm).
And we be doin right! I know one of ya fly ladies wanna take me home!
PO PO POOON!
This is as modern as it gets right here. THE BIRDS OF BOLAND.
THE BIRDS OF BOLAND.
Sprout not thine golden eggs. Instead, cast them into the sea.
Like the golden things they are will determine if they sink or float
Make not thine hair layeth down on this rotten London that can't get undone
came undone actually but we're not into to that now any more are we!?Echoes in my mind and fond memories of
THE BIRDS OF BOLAND ,, THE BIRDS OF BOLAND....
Who's my gOD?!!!!!
I dare himmith that claim to be my gOD any punish thee until thinen death iz
met NAY!! GASP! SPUTTER!
I almost realized that I WAS FREE!
Free from guilt
free from pain
Free from asteroids and
THE BIRDS OF BOLAND! Aren't ALL of our realities reflect what is really
happening! THE BIRDS OF BOLAND!
This'll make ya laugh: BOB!
SAY IT ALOUd 15 time with out saying THE BIRDS OF BOLAND at least 6 or more time plus some so )hic( there )hic(. Like a very shoddy bridge over bubblin' trubblin waters. I shall whale me lounge. Like a midget grover bubblin' agua. I cow way meow! Quick a pe foor qubblin gwa gwa I shill wain yer clum! bye! YA NUT!
THE BIRD OF BOLAND ARE BACK... (please tap on keyboard or any other device you may have with you) (do it again) And th're better than ever with new and improved formula four oh nine that place I lived with Spaz Boy I meat Floozy Toy He'd always get floozied and drool on his woo woo and talk all that silly talk, and play all those games, and bark like a pussy cat
un!
caught in the rain!
uh! uh! uh!
pow! pow pow!
Now you're shot in the rai those were the actual sound of real bullets leaving a real gun in an otherwize inaccessible real environment. Maybe you should come back in a hour or two.. I think I'm having a party over at my house next Thursday! Don't forget to bring a roll of Saran Wrap and a jar of Vaseline . Isn't this what it's really all about. Just the same thing in regurgitated form. Namely (sunawachi) THE BIRDS OF BOLAND ! The one's that make me stretch , the one's that make me jump, THE BIRDS OF BOLAND,
The one's that make me pop pop there's that gun again. (The real one, of course)
No laughing allowed. I'm being serious right now! NO! RAFFINGUU!
KFC KFC <----Not funny at all ;)
It's kind of dumb ;-> but it's kind of kute * <--- butt hole
Now that's not really cute , you just cut me off from the family Heroin (tm) supply! You may ask yourself, how do some thing get that (TM) sigh next to their name and others(tm) do not. SEE! i told you!!
INTELLIJINSE KWIZZ:
1 : What mercy gOD happens every time queep squeals out of me like a little phill in the...........
a 2 1 : get it (first) blanc not Mel but that other one that ate trees that exercised everyday and still died at the age of 30 or some thing like that. It's a true story actually. I read it in the News paper (tm)
rezpoze 2 a 2 1 : get it (first)
I see your point.... I feel like a child now!
Thank you,
Bill CLilds Gloria Pelvis
It really looks childish right Mrs. Old child. Old time O s d s and all of them Look:lIUtKYNdflKANdlouiyL:RKJMWL:KDFJN#RIUOYBSODFIUYSBRDOIUWYio
Child! Child! Don't you feel like a child right now! Yes! Everyday THE BIRDS OF BOLAND THE BIRDS OF BOLAND THE BIRDS OF BOLAND THE BIRDS OF BOLAND. And that wasn't even the very first thing that we talked about before all that BIRDS OF BOLAND shit!!! It was abound pouncing on people's (one in particular) that used to live near that big bus turn around where the wire busses roamed far fro their typical sweet home! Very sweet! I'm older now. I can do what ever I want , now! I really don't feel like a child any more, NOW! But.... it .... still looks like A child was here(tm) I saw that. Actually the BIRDS OF BOLAND are , in fact, pecking and scratching and following that golden egg rule or the toys in the attic that you never saved, but threw away and regretted later.
Much later.
In life.
I could sit here all day...
And write!
And Roll!
And bug-out!
Calling Mr. Popp - of calling Mr. Pop - off, cum in side my lush mounds of fleshy delights. Now my secret is know to everyone as in lays here signed in blood by your's truly BOB (THE BIRDS OF BOLAND(tm)) Now I'm really confused. I thought that each individual item had to be approved by BOB and the BIRDS OF BOLAND, is that true sir? Actually we pride our songs that we make and take that pride and pitch it, regrettably, away. I can't believe I've come this far just to come this far and THE BIRDS OF BOLAND
only knew the reason why
The wanted to peck my eye!
And watch me die!
And the Bird seed cleverly disguised as "MILLET"
And the fake name instead of a real name (what ever REALITY is)
(or isn't) or semantically unsayable range..
And it turns out to be a love letter to who else but my favorite person....BOLAND!
BOLAND!
BVOLAND!
Pvraizze Bvolandski!
Bvolandski!
It's really funny what you can come up with just from a little mis-type.
All kinds of shit! No where in the world!
I'm really sorry but the BIRDS OF BOLAND nor BOB can participate in anything below the dash mark [-] below denoted of this day 93.6.7
USSA time zones (up to 11 ranging from 4 or nice thoughts)
Thaank you!
It's time to blow up now bye!
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tsu zu ki
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My girlfriend came over and said she was dirty so I threw her in the bath tub (tm) and began wash her completely naked body with a bar of soap. As my hand glided up and down her smooth body, I heard some one knocking at the door and realized that it was my erection at the door so I greeted it and slipped it in to my cock(tm) My girl usually doesn't like me to bathe when we're 69'nen but this time, long before i rode on that train, I'd like to come in your mouth . What? She said. I said "I'd sure like to come in your mouth". She said "oh!" so she offered her luscious lips to my awaiting erection. After 2 or 3 strokes (tm) i shot my warm load down her wet throat. I reloaded, she cocked me again, whatever that means, and I shot another load(tm) all over her milk-ridden tits. I told her, "it's getting warmer and more fuckable in here" She pulled me closer and Insisted that i fuck her doggy style. I howled like the dog I am and slid my meat rocket(tm) into her flaming pussy(tm) All of the liquid oxygen in my love(tm) rocket was ignited by the flames of the pussy and I orgasmed again, this time all over everything. Even Santa Clause that was sitting and watching the whole time our sex scene what a nutty perverted professor.. Prof. Childs insists that everone's a child. What do you make of it.....
I see it necessary to start.....
ACT 2 scene 23
You wallow in your own meat.
You skiddle in your pan.
You wanna be the president.
You want to grin in Japan!
You wait when you wonder!
You will be late to your own death.
You are always talking by your self. And it's really confusing and abusing to sit
there and listen to the BIRDS OF BOLAND
Hey I thought... I know, I know,,
I sense something weird's about to happen....
i gnew it!
