Garbage Gal-oops From His Slippery Lips And Could But Will Not Be Stopped

I say some stupid shit.

Or it comes from my fingers.

Either way, the language that springs from me is straight from

the horses ass on account of I am not getting in the way of

any ideas that want to escape into reality through my

ignent pie hole. So what I see is what you get.

Sorry palsters. Very sorry for youse.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.