Channeling Bob Dylan
I just wrote a note to my cousin on MySpace, entirely consisting of “lyrics” I made up on the spot…it’s a little Bob Dylan/Beck-ish:
The monkey said to the cat said the tree to the bush, a needle in the hand - a hand on the tush, ceremonious juggling of the mind and the wheel, don’t let the foot in your ear know how you feel.
In the termites living on the Earth of the mole, there was a monkey who swung from a pole, right from the top of the table to your shirt, he welcomed you with a ketchup squirt.
Turtles on top of a baseball mitten, looking and tasting alot like kittens, reveal the prophecy taken from the bees, hopefully that elephant massages your knees.
Woodpaper cut on the back of a loveseat, silicon fiber dancing with the meat, you’ve got a spyglass watermelon sitting with the airplane terminal… potatoes.
Awwwwwww yeah.
