having been inspired by my dear friend angela, i decided to write a limerick:
There once was a witchy old woman,
who only drank whiskey or bourbon.
For dinner she'd eat
cat's legs or frogs' feet,
and wash them down with tons of cumin.
There once was a stork named McGee.
His one dream in life was to be
the pimpin'est stork
who ever did walk
but too tied up with carrying babies was he (to do that)
ha! more quality poetry to come
Monday, June 22, 2009
Hello, dear friends and unknown various people who hopefully stumble across my pockets full of mumbles. The name, as you may know, comes from a Simon & Garfunkle song...but who really cares. It's not relevant. The point is, I'm going to write stuff, and you can read it. Let's call that a manifesto of sorts. It's a lot shorter than the Communist manifesto and probably pretty much any other manifesto that's ever been written, since it's pretty much devoid of clauses and annonated points and what not, and I don't even have a slogan for my masses of supporters to rally around--but this is it. The only letter of introduction I will ever write.