Alik yr Bom Bom Now!

Another one from the west side elementary institution, remember be diligent and helpful, we will go a along way.


The shadows kept following the species of abnormality, a mediocre superficial beauty and lost in translation side by side, when can we ride ponies when the stable is on fire? Sabotage the bearer of the flame, and leave his name in vain, clouded by the name. The cyber world is a cyber game, all the teachers have forgotten how to reach out and touch somebody's hand, make the world a better place if you can...

Ethnic phonetic in a magnetic spin of fearless gush of wind in spontaneous combustion. The arabs have stopped trading carpets for profitable sheshas are cheaper than rearing camels behind a Sarbat stall. Soho is definitely not in the middle east where pseudo cool brats strut themselves silly with cotton from the cheese steak jelly bone shell.

We can't produce candle wax anymore, we are in need of wax, for the head and for the soul. Like an informer, smendeng smendeng smendeng A-lick-your-bom-bom now...

I'm longing for the smell of primary school bookshops, where the lord of the flies taught me how to steal rubbers and mechanical pencils... His name was Ajeez, and he wore a knee length football socks and carried a cool 'umbro' bag with Heavy Metal studs..