by Tomorrow's Man
July 31, 2008
I ate an entire bag of sunflower kernels because sunflower sergeants are just too ornery.
July 29, 2008
I had a friend who said ask a
friend who said
ask a friend who
said ask a friend who said ask
a friend who
said just
ask a friend who said just
ask a close friend who
said just ask a close
friend
who
said to
just ask a close friend who said to just ask a close friend who said
I should get the large fries instead
of the small.
friend who said
ask a friend who
said ask a friend who said ask
a friend who
said just
ask a friend who said just
ask a close friend who
said just ask a close
friend
who
said to
just ask a close friend who said to just ask a close friend who said
I should get the large fries instead
of the small.
July 24, 2008
My next project will be to record an album derived entirely from the genre of House Music; the styles will include:
Baseboard Music
Fiberglass Insulation Music
Ant Trap Music
Sump Pump Music
Shingle Music
and the next hot dancefloor trend,
Grout Music
Stay tuned hipsters and pussycats.
Baseboard Music
Fiberglass Insulation Music
Ant Trap Music
Sump Pump Music
Shingle Music
and the next hot dancefloor trend,
Grout Music
Stay tuned hipsters and pussycats.
July 21, 2008
14 hours asleep transsssleeeep lates to early to late to bed early to bed to translates to bed bed bye bye by the way have I mentioned I've been at work for 14 hours hoursh sours shours shoure shures sure do wish it wasn't 14 oclock ennymore or I had some Tai Chi Chai Tea on no, no space for that now not in this brain.
July 11, 2008
Sprites shoot and hunt sprunts on shunting trains,
leaves hearken back to barking-mad brawny brains,
velocity leads me to flee a spree of irresistible glee
as worms turn foul in fermented flutes of pure agavee,
Skol!
leaves hearken back to barking-mad brawny brains,
velocity leads me to flee a spree of irresistible glee
as worms turn foul in fermented flutes of pure agavee,
Skol!
July 07, 2008
Heat ticking up sounds like big tappy-tap dancin' bugs
slugs are jealous not 'cos they ain't got feet,
but 'cos they can't do pirouettes so well.
I know, I tell'em to be positive too, but you ever seen a slug pirouette?
Exactly.
slugs are jealous not 'cos they ain't got feet,
but 'cos they can't do pirouettes so well.
I know, I tell'em to be positive too, but you ever seen a slug pirouette?
Exactly.
July 03, 2008
In Honor of David Cronenberg Turning "The Fly" into an Opera
Brundle Fly, on wall (allegro):
"I can freely trundle from wall to ceiling,
Oh! My many eyes! What a feeling!
I do wish I didn't have a taste for poo;
but if you could fly like Brundle Fly
You'd deal with it, too!"
Crowd staring up at Brundle Fly (allegro):
He can trundle, trundle!
He is Brundle, Brundle!
See him there, upon the wall!
Into my soup I hope he doesn't fall!
Brundle Fly, on ceiling (andante):
Looking down / At so many of you;
Are my many eyes filled with deceit?
Ah, yes; I have become a fly;
I must be off to find some rotting meat.
Crowd, waving "shoo" hands around their faces (allegro):
He is Brundle, Brundle!
What a bundle, bundle!
Of him should we be afraid?
To be safe let's stock up on Raid!
Brundle Fly, almost transformed, melancholy, perched on meat (adagio):
Now spiderwebz / Haunt my dreamzzz;
The edge of every glazz is a prezipice;
Buzz by far / My greatest regret
Is paying alimony to Geena Davis!
Crowd, carrying cans of Raid and burning flyswatters (allegretto):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
The time has come for you to die!
It is disgusting to watch your molts!
Especially when you're Eric Stoltz!
Brundle Fly (allegro):
Zzzzzzz!!!
Crowd (presto):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
We must kill you until you die!
Before you knock up a hag that
Will give birth to a maggot!
Brundle Fly (vinaigrette):
Zzzzzzz! Zzzz, zzz zzzz;
Zzzzzz zzz / Zzzz zz zzzz!
Zzzzzzzzzz, z, zzzz?
Zzz Zzz Zzz / Zzz Zzzzzz!
Crowd (presto change-o):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
When everything is said and done!
You must say you were as surprised
As we were at your Broadway run!
Crowd sprays Raid onto burning flyswatters, a great buzz rises then fades, curtain drops on the dissipating bloom of flame.
"Fin."
"I can freely trundle from wall to ceiling,
Oh! My many eyes! What a feeling!
I do wish I didn't have a taste for poo;
but if you could fly like Brundle Fly
You'd deal with it, too!"
Crowd staring up at Brundle Fly (allegro):
He can trundle, trundle!
He is Brundle, Brundle!
See him there, upon the wall!
Into my soup I hope he doesn't fall!
Brundle Fly, on ceiling (andante):
Looking down / At so many of you;
Are my many eyes filled with deceit?
Ah, yes; I have become a fly;
I must be off to find some rotting meat.
Crowd, waving "shoo" hands around their faces (allegro):
He is Brundle, Brundle!
What a bundle, bundle!
Of him should we be afraid?
To be safe let's stock up on Raid!
Brundle Fly, almost transformed, melancholy, perched on meat (adagio):
Now spiderwebz / Haunt my dreamzzz;
The edge of every glazz is a prezipice;
Buzz by far / My greatest regret
Is paying alimony to Geena Davis!
Crowd, carrying cans of Raid and burning flyswatters (allegretto):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
The time has come for you to die!
It is disgusting to watch your molts!
Especially when you're Eric Stoltz!
Brundle Fly (allegro):
Zzzzzzz!!!
Crowd (presto):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
We must kill you until you die!
Before you knock up a hag that
Will give birth to a maggot!
Brundle Fly (vinaigrette):
Zzzzzzz! Zzzz, zzz zzzz;
Zzzzzz zzz / Zzzz zz zzzz!
Zzzzzzzzzz, z, zzzz?
Zzz Zzz Zzz / Zzz Zzzzzz!
Crowd (presto change-o):
Brundle Fly! Brundle Fly!
When everything is said and done!
You must say you were as surprised
As we were at your Broadway run!
Crowd sprays Raid onto burning flyswatters, a great buzz rises then fades, curtain drops on the dissipating bloom of flame.
"Fin."