The bar was dropped,
and my chest pushes it back up.
Great feet scramble above my head,
like quiet mice
fleeing the horrible villain,
Superpoog.
Poetry, thoughts, ramblings, and pantomimes under the guise of an organization of words.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
How to Teach Guitar Lessons
Read the epic novel.
Dance the fancy feet.
Snatch the screaming voice.
Reveal your true identity.
Practice dissolving nitrates.
Yell at the lazy beans.
Break the pi bonds.
Type in the letters.
Eat the pineapple pigs.
Dance the fancy feet.
Snatch the screaming voice.
Reveal your true identity.
Practice dissolving nitrates.
Yell at the lazy beans.
Break the pi bonds.
Type in the letters.
Eat the pineapple pigs.
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