kill that kettle, obliterate that oblomberation, we keep having these giant ideas man, big giant huge-mungous fucking ideas man, and if you do not get up and open that window allowing a breeze of sorts into this room, man we might lose it all over your sheets. it just seizes you, man, with its great big fucking thumbs its got you pinned down, and you're trying to breath man but you don't want to wake nothin' up. nothing that you ain't gotta have-to-man. and your lungs are filling up with blankets, man, great big wool blankets choking you all across and the static cling just won't let you go till you feel your gonna explode all over this goddamn room, for gods sake open that window. just a crack just a smidgen, just a bit, c'mon you were born to do it man, you got the touch, i know it, i've seen it man, i've seen that touch of yours, and i swear that little sweet breeze sweep right in and it'll take care of all this confusion, man. please |