Oh, let the winds blow high. . .
Oh, let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Through the streets of Makilt I go,
And the lassies say "Hello
Donald--where's your trousers?"
I was going to share a very queer dream I had with y'all (do I still have anyone visiting?) but, alas, I was logged out before submitting. Curse you, Mambo! The point was simply that there is no way in heck I can be psychoanalyzed. Know who else can't be psychoanalyzed? Sleeper-agents.
It's all starting to come together...
Even cooler than my being an unwitting assassin of death, programmed to go beserk at the utterance of a single word, is this amazing little animation. I wish I knew where I downloaded it from.
Anyway, since I think I have some obligation to generate some creative material here, I'm also going to post a story about a frightening experience I had last year. Stay tuned. . .
- amputation
- bands
- bellybuttons
- biblestories
- cartoons
- cats
- cheese
- diy
- doom
- earth
- earth day
- engineering
- environment
- evil
- ewe
- ghetto
- goat
- green toilet
- gross
- harsh realities
- insects
- interior decorating
- lists
- mafia
- mccain
- monkeys
- music
- obama
- poetry
- politics
- prank
- pvc
- quotes
- selectivegrowthspurts
- shortstory
- starwars
- superhero
- terrorists
- white people
- williamcarloswilliams
- yuck
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