Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Racing around in circles like a wolverine with it's butt on fire!

Ok, it's late, I should be sleeping, but my mind is General Paulus in the Stalingrad that is my life, so here I am trying to find some damn thing to type that isn't 1/10 as depressed as I feel. Things are bad, but I'm workin' on it. Will it do any good? Any good at all? I need a sign. A relief corps or three. Camie, where are my vitamins?

Idiotic song lyrics are also stuck in my head and emerge at the strangest moments. "Every hotsi-totsi Nazi is here!", from the ought five Producers just showed up, connecting my previous Stalingrad reference to musical comedy! Sure, why the hell not?

I could sing again, but why torture people? At least I give the fizmeister a chance to mock my mockable Brit accent! Ah, fear not! I vill sing....and do ze Time Warp again!

How much would I like to connect a word, a tone, a gesture, a scent, and what my mind and heart have wrought, into a neat item, a charm or token, something I could pass on to those I care for.... made by me, for you, for good, for your good.

I put it all in the dribble glass of my consciousness and stand here, yer 'umble 'n obed'nt baggy pants vaudevillian, waitin' to see if you get the punch line.

2 comments:

FOUR DINNERS said...

Do Time Warp! Yes Yes Yes! Do Time Warp!
Haven't got the punch line but I'm a bit thick....

How about a couple of limerics?

There was an old man from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds
Great clumps of grass shot out of his arse
And his cock was all covered in weeds


Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Knickers all tattered and torn
It wasn't the spider that sat down beside her
It was Little Boy Blue with the Horn

ronin1516 said...

Ron - saw your comment on Dr helen's Blog, and I live in Ann Arbor too. Possibly have even met and interacted with you at Herb David Guitar Studio a couple of years back. Please contact me backchannel.(ronin1516@hotmail.com)