slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"
Saturday, August 30, 2003
bard
since I have no musical talents whatsoever {I can’t play any instruments & I definitely can’t sing (ask anyone’s who’s heard me try and see if they can keep a straight face, which is why I sing aloud alone in my car)}, this is my karmic revenge, I bring you words without melody
