The combination D-E-F!
At 3:13am, it is only appropriate to go make another post! I told karen i'd make another one at some point earlier in the evening, but i guess i got so sidetracked by all the not-doing-work going on.
It's funny how much i could be emailing you guys than writing in this dang blog.
From my heart flow,
Kim
P.S. Oh man oh man, i just looked up the lyrics to some song by jethro tull and oh man oh man, they are freaky deaky! Check it out:
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
December foggy freeze?!? WHAT IS THAT?!? (And no, i'm not scared of the first few lines about a CREEPY MAN.)
It's funny how much i could be emailing you guys than writing in this dang blog.
From my heart flow,
Kim
P.S. Oh man oh man, i just looked up the lyrics to some song by jethro tull and oh man oh man, they are freaky deaky! Check it out:
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
December foggy freeze?!? WHAT IS THAT?!? (And no, i'm not scared of the first few lines about a CREEPY MAN.)
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