Thursday Sep 25, 2003

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The call has been made and I must answer. I must tear down this levee and deluge the peasantry with my nourishing silt. Suckle from my teat! LIFE I BRING YOU LIFE!
Who am I kidding?

FORCIBLE SODOMY! I BRING YOU FORCIBLE SODOMY!
Bend over my loyal subjects and worship my royal scepter. Jesus. I am a Harland Williams joke. I am a Jim Varney full-length feature film. Chuck Berry has showered me with piss and now he wont kiss me. KISSSSSSSSSSSS MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Alas, the soul survivor reeks of piss.

Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt
Doesn't care if he gets hurt
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialise, all fleshed out
But it is not, nor do I care
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving, Miss
Green eyes...
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes

and now your humble royal servant must now journey amongst avenue and alleyway in search of those green eyes... driving his shitty hyundai love
trismegistus:
You may already realize this, but quoting my lines is the kiss of death. You'll soon be as unpopular as me.

Of course in metageometrical space it's all six and a half of one, half baker's dozen of the other.

Whose green eyes are we talking about? Anyone I "know"?
trismegistus:
Next time you see old Grim, would you give him my regards? He and I go way back. I do not speak Russian as my vocabulary is limited to about 15 words, but I can read and pronounce words in Cyrillic. All this is due to the fact that my teacher for the one Russian class I took (at PCC) focused entirely on grammar and pronunciation and not at all on vocabulary. I do want to learn it for real some day.
I also had a dashing female acquaintance who was supposedly located in the Ural area, in Perm', though she was also a phantom. It was strictly a cyberspace pseudo-phenomenom. For all I knew she might have been some 400-lb pervert dude his suburban Philadelphia basement wearing the only outfit he owns, a 7XL brown sweatsuit stained with bodily fluids and all manner of snack food and carbonated junk beverages and reeking of rancid putrefication, jacking off to my gushy emails. In fact, for my naive and inexcusable faith in humanity, I hope that's who she was... everybody needs a little attention once in a while.

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