frog and *BAM*
09/18/05, 01:58 PM
I'm too tired to do anything,
my hands squigglin' away,
way way away...
crap now i gotta go find it...
k, I found the sucker.
The sun gave me a backpack tan this week. The pin scratched my arm too.
Balancing procrastination and pretending to work gets tiring,
So i go burn piano island.
The the rice doesn’t come out of the salt shaker,
but the salt comes out of the rice shaker.
You’re so last summer that I have to wear sunglasses and get an umbrella.
The line is drawn in pink chalk
On bumpy cold black tar.
You tug at my shirt,
Tipsy topsy turvy,
The tar ripples like rice.
I stand like an eagle
Or a cross; Whichever side I woke up on the bed this morning,
Grab my hand and pull me over,
You’re lucky I’m a patient turtle and not an insensitive aardvark.
b/c it would really suck to be an impatient turtle.
The clock spins, and then the pin that holds it up snaps and time breaks into little bitty pieces on the ground. It’s 25: 56 somewhere.
Tea time! dont worry i didn't forget the sugar this time.
Well anyways i'm due for my 5:00 internet appearance, so i better head.
bottom line: the weekend is just 9 days away.
And as the last grains of Sunday slip down the hourglass,
I type type type away, not to far away tho; No worries, he’s on a leash and I got him checked for rabies this afternoon. Good boy.
I wait for the bell to ring, and for my body to finish this essay
We can have a staring contest, you’ll probably win, but i’ll beat you every time at rock paper scissors
The piano rings in my ears,
And stretched mouths sing of anything,
And the prickly rust paint drips into the grass
The cool air calms my soul
And the smooth chocolate reddens my cheeks, my eyes wander, and I hold them there forever, my leg twitches, my hands are blue calm
but it’s so hard to keep my lips stuck to the floor when you look at me like that.
my hands squigglin' away,
way way away...
crap now i gotta go find it...
k, I found the sucker.
The sun gave me a backpack tan this week. The pin scratched my arm too.
Balancing procrastination and pretending to work gets tiring,
So i go burn piano island.
The the rice doesn’t come out of the salt shaker,
but the salt comes out of the rice shaker.
You’re so last summer that I have to wear sunglasses and get an umbrella.
The line is drawn in pink chalk
On bumpy cold black tar.
You tug at my shirt,
Tipsy topsy turvy,
The tar ripples like rice.
I stand like an eagle
Or a cross; Whichever side I woke up on the bed this morning,
Grab my hand and pull me over,
You’re lucky I’m a patient turtle and not an insensitive aardvark.
b/c it would really suck to be an impatient turtle.
The clock spins, and then the pin that holds it up snaps and time breaks into little bitty pieces on the ground. It’s 25: 56 somewhere.
Tea time! dont worry i didn't forget the sugar this time.
Well anyways i'm due for my 5:00 internet appearance, so i better head.
bottom line: the weekend is just 9 days away.
And as the last grains of Sunday slip down the hourglass,
I type type type away, not to far away tho; No worries, he’s on a leash and I got him checked for rabies this afternoon. Good boy.
I wait for the bell to ring, and for my body to finish this essay
We can have a staring contest, you’ll probably win, but i’ll beat you every time at rock paper scissors
The piano rings in my ears,
And stretched mouths sing of anything,
And the prickly rust paint drips into the grass
The cool air calms my soul
And the smooth chocolate reddens my cheeks, my eyes wander, and I hold them there forever, my leg twitches, my hands are blue calm
but it’s so hard to keep my lips stuck to the floor when you look at me like that.