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Thursday, March 6, 2003
Disgrace
I guess the cat is out of the bag now. I thought things were being handled okay so far, but after seeing "that asinine poem" (to use Rick's phrase), all I can do is drop my face into my hands and sigh. God have mercy on us. My mind runs to the following lyrics (in the liner notes' format):
ocmcocmcocmk**no surprises.
k**no surprises.
a heart thats full up like a landfill. a job that slowly kills you.
bruises that wont heal.
you look so tired_nhappy. bring down the government. they dont.
theydontspeak for us.
ill take a quiet life. a handshake some carbon monoxide.+
no alarms and
no surprises. no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises
silent.
silent.
this is my final fit. my final bellyache. with
no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and no surprises.
no alarms and no surprises please.
sucha pretty house. such a pretty garden.
no alarms and no surprises. no alarms and
no surprises. no alarms and no surprises please.
jon :: link :: comment ::
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