it's beginning to feel as if i spend as much time fighting with mac vs. windows issues as i do actually writing anything. font sizes may be working now. but really who knows? i'm in such a state of despair that the muse of discontent settled upon me with sad rhymings.
i am so hungry i could eat a squid
and jesus is getting jiggy with the mayo
my father says i'm a very bad kid
he's just mad cuz i won't obey -- oh!
the wheels on the bus go round and round
but the monkey in the back is screaming
he'd really like to but he can't sit down
cuz the fish sticks can't stop dreaming
it is so sad that things are thus
the man right there in the greasy pants
is most certainly not Locke's Gus
yet singingly he does the dance
i'm just a rhinestone cowboy
oh dear puddin' come to me
you make this life a pure joy
for jesus, the mayo, and me
i pray this woe will lift soon. it's all a matter of disconbobularity however, and no one can really know what turn bob will take next.
Posted Friday, 24-Aug-2007 17:08:13 PDT
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