Tuesday Nov 12, 2002

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If I don't turn back completely to human, I wonder if I could make a living as The Singing Werehamster...

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me, you said,
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you, darling
Still, I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
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ratsonjulia:
I don't think you've really thought this thru, my friend. sure, being the Singing Were-hamster might be fun for a while--traveling the world, bringing joy to people's dismal little lives, snogging fuzzy little groupies, trashing hotel rooms (or at least nibbling on the bedspreads)--but I don't want to see you on VH-1's "Behind the Music" someday saying things like: "I had me a solid gold exercise wheel & I traded it for just ONE MORE HIT of kibble...just freakin' TRADED IT AWAY, man!" or "& there was this time, man, when we were staying at the Marriot & I was so loaded on kibble that I thought it'd be a great idea to push the piano into the pool, but I have these teeny little hamster arms & it took, like, a week & a half..."

actually, that'd be kind of cool. go for it!
rawr_ima_monster:
where an I purcahse a folk-singing werehampster?
-are you a human sized hampster, or just a medium sized furry person? yping as a hampster would be frustrating and slow.
Dave

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