To the sailors who come to riot and then realize that somethings are more important that a comedic appearance by a would be assassin named John Luke Harrison… baby I’m a star, please don’t ever forget this.

Somewhere in the middle of the desert there lives a quiet oasis...
inhabitated by one man and his spaceship made from rotten watermelon...
the whole thing stinks to hell... sorta like the whole immortality blueprint...
blue print... what are you erecting here??  a building or my penis??...
neither one wants to work today...
lazy bums have stormed the palace demanding my head on a silver plate....
"sorry i seem to have misplaced the keys to your kingdom"

Well the point of this post is to tell you sailors that your women come to me for love… 

you should stop neglecting your studies… practice makes perfect 

by this point in my career I should either be dead or a porn star… 

I could also be a politician, but your blue dress gave me a head start
kick start my heart?? listen to the wind blows... what does the wind know??

i stained the windows to her soul with my love... my sick twisted perverted love... love love

come into my parlor says the spider to the fly;  there is a test tomorrow;I just hope you survive… 

I want to see you smile, but truth be told I love her lips and im only happy when it rains.

Willy's back ya bitches!!  Merry, Merry, Merry!!!