|aknew gones away hear
1900 on the piano/keyboard
you yourself as the conductor of sorts
in your shorts like the PUSA
or in nuffin like Flee
jaw-wee as the sound
engineer and lens
that's about my fantasy
popcorn, bottomless iced tea
and me on my itchy butt
on the center isle
er aisle, and i linger there for a while
longer, waiting for my eardrums to burst
in laughter thereafter.
hmm, i'm such a bad speller under a spell.
thanks, nugunz & joey.
18 Jul 08
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Hahaha! Write on.
Should maybe be Flea? Oh, I don't know. Cool shit.
Guess that might've been where the bad spller under a spell came in :)
yes, ewe gut eat write.
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er, to be given that rating, that is, hehe.
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