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Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Monday, June 29, 2009

A trip down memory place

Keep on with the Post Office
Don’t stop ’till you get enough

Show them hot monkey
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it!...
You're a hot monkey, Don't you bite
No one wants to feel your penis
Just beat it,beat it, beat it, beat it
You've got to show them that you're real
Hey Toto, don't you ever come around here...

She ran underneath the table
He could see she was an emo
Annie get your wookiee, are you woking any?
Anything you want, 'kay?
You want, 'kay, any?"

For forty days and for forty nights I was on the slab
I flew in sandwiches from Japan
of steaming lamb curried ants
Village Cheese is not my lover
But the chair is not my size

1 comment:

bruce said...

So much for the last 30 years of pop culture - delete it.