Don't Wake Me, I Plan On Sleeping In
July 16th, 2004
Heh, I never played my trombone... flashback to high school!
Wrinkles in my shorts, I got crumbs from a pastry. There's a sore thumb on my desk. I cleaned the whole place and totally missed it. No, wait. I was eating from it as the others were being cleaned.
You can tell the difference between someone who wants to write and get praise from it, because they are a flesh machine just like you and me.
Praise me! Dammit!
I don't want to talk about music, I just want to watch my fingers type at the keys. It's like a really expansive drumset that's also easy to reach. Beatin' away, ignoring the display, I take it away.
I like this keyboard thing, I don't wanna move on. It's like a stapler song. I'm a screaming blind guy!
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty...
Burp burp...
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty...
Stupid shit, lookin' down. Running on ahead with it, I'd like to say that this should be more frequent, more common, more again and again, more less hard to start. There we go.
