Alright, stop! Collaborate and listen!
I'm about to bring to your attention a confession, a mention of a pension for this session in regression. My suggestion is a dare, driven by a rare care about you-know-where. What do you suppose I propose? Prose. I arose this dawn with a yawn, and looking out upon my lawn I was agog at this very blog just beaming with a stream of keen mean green scheme gleam. I was like, "Alright already! Who needs a rant? This aunt!" My reaction was to seek some satisfaction in breaking a tradition for the sake of new addition. At first I thought I can't, but then I put on my pants, glanced at my plants, did a little dance, and decided to take a chance. To break the habit, rabbit! Slaughter that fodder. Trade vanity for insanity with a vow to somehow plow through a post or two without a foundation of unoriginal inspiration, without a framework of the same work done done already and just sitting in my head, be it something I read or whatever was said, whether I had heard a word or a third. So look out, Slummers. It's a new paradigm this time. I'm looking at you with a new view, it's true. Don't complain, my bane. I remain the same inside while riding on a different tide. Yours truly from Slumlog, slog1 (not Ess-dog).
Hear hear! That Ess-Dog often won't shut his trap.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that people listen to his crap.
don't know exactly what you mean on this screen that weird al is in limbo, jimbo, cuz he's on a bus much of the time going to rhyme on a stage. Turn the page. Engage!
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