"The Plan" as written by and Ignacio Canut Guillen Carlos Garcia Berlanga....
The plan, no will
Just leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones

For tonight write it for a joke
An unbroken code, it's no one's snow in the middle of the road
Write none and leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones

Write a word for the fear of bees and nothing else
In the crease of a lonely book on the shelf
And leave it in reference only for it to be found
By your anonymous homie creased writing pen pall

Or fear none
And leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones

All the small tools
For an heirloom pocket watch
And the watch kept warm and working
In a raw skank's crotch


Lyrics submitted by SisterCity, edited by dainz

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    General Commentanonymous homie creased writing pen pal
    otoman14on August 12, 2012   Link
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    General CommentSo if you were reading a book, and in the middle, just saw, "Apiphobia", what would you write in response?
    kyleboyd06on August 31, 2012   Link
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    General CommentDoes,

    "For an heirloom pocket watch
    And the watch kept warm and working
    In a raw skank's crotch"

    Remind anyone else of the Christopher Walken scene in Pulp Fiction?
    dullifeon October 27, 2012   Link

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