Billy the Triz got his start with a small part in "Trizzle house on the prairy" the holy land of glowing cowboy costumes fragile tape and fairies. Absorbing the tedius tunes soon found his Triz-self enveloped in the lasers, thus rapidly depeloped a taste for medic sodden teddy bears and ravers. Surpassing shadowing doubt through 6 systematic strawberry smoke clouds gaining clarity of a vision momentarilly, young Billy foreseen his future... to become queen of the dairy.
Beginning with a simple precariously placed reflective strip Bill became progressively more daring with triz outfits, the kid intended to be different but tended to ride the train a bit. He gathered a gram of thought he had stashed in the space which within a normal human encephalic space a brain should sit, and set forth on his course to build the ultimate triz kit, armed with ravesafe gator tools of the trade consisting of rusty scissors and a blunt wit. Clutching a fickle dream to rein surpreme of the Triz scene Billy knew he'd need to be seen to gain fame quick, so with the only instument his meak mind could marginally master, a gazoo, he stared at the sun and proceeded to perform a hardcore nrg rendition of three blind mice, backwards. Then like a thundercloud, the allmighty self-rightous Triz oracle, gate keeper of the nothing and finder of lost children (Paul Glazby) reached from the clouds and handed Billy the Triz a pair of sporty hardly worn, rarely seen and bairly stained summer fluero tassled super-hypercolour plushpile carpet self inflating ventilated Triz pants that belled from the hip down supported by glowing 50" ancle hoolahoops joined to slinky gators, featured limited press unreleased winter enchanted bindy beads and flashed as he stepped to the rythm of the neverending metronome. He whistled for a cab and when it came near he license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror! If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later! Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Anthems parties rock
reubs and I are gonna hit da old skool
