| Sometimes, I imagine I am a ninja
Who lurks in the night
with my nun-chucks by my side
In the darkness, my enemies
only see the white of my eyes.
I attack them with ferver
and they reel back with utter surprise.
I am a ninja in the night!
Wearing all black, with my ninja disguise
doing cartwheels, scissor kicks, and back flips
Watch out, here comes some flying chop sticks! |
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| You are now obsolete.
Say hello to your replacement: GenericBot 1001.
Hello Friends. |
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| All I have to say is...
Shake it like ah salt shaka... |
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| Goddamn this corporate capitalistic bureaucratic structure... So much chaos swirling around, it's pulling me under... The heat is making me sweat, bringing me down... Hear that? It's the sound of the city, kickin' up dust and it ain't lookin' pretty.
Fuck. I got the summertime blues... |
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| Blossom
I remember one time... I was walking around town aimlessly (I have a fondness for wandering around with no particular destination in mind), and next to this abandoned gas station was this totally defunct organ. It was in shambles, real tore up. Like someone just dumped it there, like the opening scene of Punch Drunk Love...
I remember stopping in my tracks and hoovering over the battered, recently deceased carcass of the organ. I stroked the ivory keys, played around with the nobs and gizmos attatched to what was left of the keyboard portion. I felt young again.
The Magic of re-discovery.
It was a special moment, I thought I would share with you. |
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