rando 02

I mixed up the fiddle with the faddle,
Just a little bit of my mistake identification,
But just a little.

No big deal just pick up where we left off,
Even if the lid was left off when heff coughed,
Just in case you get the urge to carry aloft,
I will deem you to be opposing soft.

But when you drop the sharpie marker,
Don't you dare stop to pick it up,
That's why many come inside of the box,
No need for acting like you're tough.

I once walked through a storm,
it was the middle of the eye,
I thought that it was over,
But it turned out to be a lie.

Life Minus 1 more

I lost a dear friend today, A terrible feeling, received it in text, can't believe that it's really, so unreal so hard to feel, future interactions pretext would be to steal. Gone away in a flash, Everything that we said now just a thing of the past. Everything we could have done now locked in it's place on life's path.

Dear friend of mine, know that you will be missed. Your life just a memory left labelled like a list of things to do, but they've already been done. It's a good thing we always made sure to have our fun, It's a good thing we never allowed differences to run in place of our friendship, sailing through this here life under the sun. No regrets will be present when I think of our time, as we worked hard together in the heat, on the line.

I will not cry long for you,I won't allow strife to overtake that which is me. As we once were I will remain to be, just without you to be present which would allow you to see. I will live on stronger, your lessons I will take with me.

I will remember you as you were, the one that I knew. The struggles we had and made it through, the laughs we shared, the stories and jokes. Let's say life was better before you croaked.

I'm left in a state of disbelief, sure our friendship could be considered brief. But the time we spent we made spent without grief. Always had each others back, never had to worry about slack. The world suffers a loss this day, when you left us all and are now gone away.

pissle pace

Pop a drop of bottle pop brought to you from the soda shop which is where that hair that had the flare ended up that night after the affair at the fair which is and was fairly just barely the glare that you got from the lot of the kindling that spared the oodles of joy expressed whether or not you must believe, I got the poodle from that doodle all is finally spared at least.

What is that thing that spins around it's got the foolery twist, the kind you turn from the table when you're off flicking your wrist. The kind that gets spraying from the psychos at bay that will come and annoy you day after day. The voice that's expressed whether encroached or just repressed from all the shouting and devote touting can be compressed as moods are compromised as well as feelings, whether feeling them or not feeling them. Devoid of all the reeling that is done and with it dealings that are won and past shining like the sun.

Moon come hither, I got the stuff to stop the fuss and dealing with the Darjeelings you gotta be pretty tough, even considering the beating you'd receive if you conceive factuality into existence some stuffs pretty hard to believe.

Flurgan sham wallah got the juice up in the track, turn it over if you want to see the end of the shplak.  

So Me

i made this video because i made the music first and that inspired me. The fact that some parts look unfinished is besides the point which if you look you will find the point being that i finished it to the point i am happy with it.

Ice Cream Shoe Box

So I visit the obstetrician to go get my tonsils checked when he says there is a problem, nothing that I can't correct. When I turned to the doctor he just smiled and said get them monkey loving candle burners outta your bed. I said doc, sha ka khan, go get the bloobetty off, I got the flew bitty doo and it's uh making me cough. * uh huh, uh huh* I think my throat is getting dryer, my larynx could start a fire.

What do I have to do doc? I ask him as he looks right at me and mocks. I'm not sure but I'm retired, and that's a poodle eating fox, he says pointing to a painting. Leaving his office I get this urge just like affinities merge, I'm all conglomerated like a couple Amish on the verge of buying an ipod but just can't summon up the courage.

Who's been handy with the candy? Who's the whack a mole on fruits? Who's gone and had a baby with a dirty pair of boots? This trip is turning out to be a big waste of time. The lesson that I've learned here is how to deviate my mind.