That Jeff Shall Suffer The Torments of the Damned

In the villa of clarity the hermits bleat,
tits and ass and penis creep

In the lagoon of ignorance the cowards run,
with nipples flaring, away from fun

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
(Jeff sucks)

Mendel's Serenade

my bungaranamus is sore

I bumped my nose 'gainst a big chrysalis.

you ask for less in life, but you only get more.

Digit, digits, digital, digitalis ...