[ Tuesday, July 20, 2004 ]
whaaaaarghhh...(that is the sound of a cranium imploding)
(not perhaps the onomatopeia you'd expected)
the world scratches my brain stems,
"my h'allergy to dese fans, it has, h'returned"
but, some days it gets better, a something hits you in the eye, but, its a smile, rather than, say, ammonia.
maybe its just riding the rails, a train can get a man down for a while.
but casey jones was a mighty fine man, and now he's resting in the promised land, the only kind of music he could understand, was a big eight wheeler under his command.
or...
songs about trains.
hey, your trains are gone... do you miss them? when is it not train time?
clickety clack, clickety clack,
w.
Escaper [7/20/2004 10:06:00 PM]
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