Mar 15, 2006 21:26
Making up dreams. Call me again Ms. Banana King. You say she's got moves. Yeah? Well, I've seen Better. You say it's the groove you'll get when you get her. And when the momraths grew, they grew. And when I said I knew, I knew.
Can I possibly go out tonight? I feel I must to make this more than just sticky time Sunday night. You know, like mock-tuttle soup? My vagaries and the lack there-of showed one up on me the other evening. But I hold this apple-core evermore. So little jub jub birds, call that wretched call. He ain't gonna pick up....He's busy selling the you-know-what to the you-know-whos at the you-know-wheres. Gonna make it a plain jaine kinda world for her, for you, for me. And when you dance in the witches' circle remember those things; they'll bring you all the promise that child's hope brings.
Tinkity tink. Hehehehehaaah...