South America does not exist The moon is painted on the sky Things sometimes fall up, but you never see And everything you believe is a lie
Dinosaurs were invented by God as a test Our bodies don't rot when we die Oh the hippies are working for the government And everything you believe is a lie
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There are little tiny dwarves inside your t.v. And nobody cares when you cry Your mother resents you, she wanted a girl And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie And everything you believe is a lie Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie And everything you believe is a lie
It's been years but I've never loved you And I never will, though I've tried We'll never get married, I'm dating your sister And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie And everything you believe is a lie Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie And everything you believe is a lie
And why would you want to leave? One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time. But why stay? One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here: This weblog is a tool of the future. It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth, music, senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist. Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time. Most people just aren't ready for the future.
Every one of you scags that can access this damned webpage is a certified author, so post a thing.
Exciting tadbits coming soon:
--original watercolor collage of' 'The Gourds of Uruguay', --the newest `ukulele music video by Mister Travis Warren, --songs about Jesus by monkeys, --recipes for alligator wine, --a list of reasons not to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
Haha. jk I love the things that people make.
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ReplyDeleteSouth America does not exist
ReplyDeleteThe moon is painted on the sky
Things sometimes fall up, but you never see
And everything you believe is a lie
Dinosaurs were invented by God as a test
Our bodies don't rot when we die
Oh the hippies are working for the government
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
There are little tiny dwarves inside your t.v.
And nobody cares when you cry
Your mother resents you, she wanted a girl
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
It's been years but I've never loved you
And I never will, though I've tried
We'll never get married, I'm dating your sister
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
Lie-la-lie lie-la-lie lie-lie-lie
And everything you believe is a lie
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