junk pome: mis canciones favoritas...
. . . . okay this is a junk pome: "de mis canciones favoritos" on a pure mornin shatter a glassy ashtray & indie-skip across the universe and back to the broken earth where the Tambourine Man is playin' his jingle jangle tune like a happy alarm clock for the small adventurer set to wake the countries from their centuries' sleep. lest you should fall, losing your religion... go to guantanamera to recuperate. shanti my fren, and shimmy tribal dance.-skip. your silk fingers into prayer. feel them (((soul vibrations))) . . . should your heart skip a beat . . . . then turn up the bass.>>> and them mighty trombone jabs. . . . . or you may have to sit in a brick shithouse. letting your senses be scarred in shards of glass. once again skip. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . as you sit "wrapped in amber, petrified" kiss your Nancy Boy (s) goodbye /// >role reversal< on a swift and SNeaky sitar player's finger loom yeh, that's the last tune. . . . .jus' bunches of tunes and thoughts intertwined. hadn't e'er reely dun tha' sor' o' ting befo// . . . . o! and most of my cd's sKip if you hadn't noticed... tee-hee Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 12:31 PM PST 0 • 17 • 10
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