olyclimber Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Crazy Gnome was walkin through the desert It was dry and got nothing but the lepers And I was beatin out their blood and pus And all their scabs are no what do what do what Do you want with me Crazy Gnome on a fuckin Halloween Crazy Gnome, Crazy Gnome Crazy Gnome And he’ll go in your home He won’t be here when you’re walkin down But Crazy Gnome, He doesn’t care about your hat If he’s goin off all inside If you’re getting’ yourself a new ride Or movin away from your college or parents Or movin away from bein a sea monkey, that’s great Crazy Gnome knows what you’re sayin Crazy Gnome he was awake all day And when he went outside at quarter past 10 Crazy Gnome, he started eatin raw chicken And the things you want, the things you do The Crazy Gnome wants a belt whoopin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted March 8, 2006 Author Share Posted March 8, 2006 Every year crazy gnome comes around And he looks at all your stuff and he laughs at you Crazy Gnome is no one’s friend If you see Crazy Gnome near your house Feel self-conscious Say “He’s laughing at you and your stuff” I saw crazy gnome inside my house twice this year I didn’t leave my house for a week each time My stuff was violated by the crazy gnome You probably don’t even know him when you see him “Oh it’s just that weird little mailman” Crazy Gnome, Crazy Gnome In your house, looking through your home And he’s laughin at your stuff Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted March 8, 2006 Author Share Posted March 8, 2006 Do we got any crazy gnomes out there? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Can's say you didn't ask for it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
G-spotter Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 Chicago The trams make a noise like doughnut batter dropped in oil. In the prairie there's a cowboy: He bursts the stars with revolver shots to eternalize the birth of his son. Hidden behind a carob tree he sleeps the pirate of the forgotten savanna in a novel by Gustave Aymard. In the Chicago prison there's a consumptive assassin three women with white hands with enamel eyes a doctor with tortoise shell glasses a clergyman shaved with a star razor nurse him Courage! said the three women with white hands Courage! said the doctor with tortoise shell glasses Tomorrow he can get up Courage repeated the clergyman shaved with the star razor Tomorrow he can get up and when he can get up he’ll be taken to get himself electrocuted. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted March 8, 2006 Share Posted March 8, 2006 I killed the little fuck and I'm cookin' him on the stove a-singin': "Gnome, gnome on my range..." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mos_Chillin Posted March 9, 2006 Share Posted March 9, 2006 Obviously the prose of a Gnomad. Someone needs to settle down. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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