Exquisite Corpse 2.26.09

Haven't seen my lady in so long
The vision of her and me
Her slopping tongue lapping puddles on his skin
Boom Shacka-Lacka Boom!
The coconuts fell, one by one
But nothings gonna hit my head, I'm chillin' in the sun
Underneath the orange tree, juice drips down onto my tongue
With the first drop, a rainbow emerges like a
I taste the skittles commercial
And it makes me want to change the channel
And do some lines with Stephanie
And some circles with Michela
Insert atrocious M. Night Shamylan film here
The Happening
Was Happening
All at once in every place
Nothing, something, forgetting
Nothing means everything.