buckaroo in livingston: time to hear this one again...i got my tongue, my chin, my neck and my boobies...

medulla oblongata

Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?

buckaroo in livingston

Friday, February 13, 2009

time to hear this one again...i got my tongue, my chin, my neck and my boobies...

No comments:

Blue Moon Cabin