mike's pandas were potty trained, but he refused
that's how he rolls
with only a cowboy shirt and his caffinated serum, he arm wrestled his destiny
submission is where he hangs his hat
pink wallet, just like in the movies
pink personality, just like in all his shattered expectations
don't you know that backpacks can't carry mercy?
it just seeps right out
out like a trout
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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- 10/02/05
- rain, rain
- 10/17/05
- my buddy and me
- Day 1
- the guy at the bus stop once said this to me:
- i was pulled from the river, and i can't explain this
- i'm not joking
- timmy? timmy!
- she sat at a typewriter, clicking away
- no one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're...
- after much travail...
- you can't dry my eye
- like i'm some sort of futon
- i got mike on my head, but don't call me a mike-head
- jelly time, every time
- ain't my beeyatch
- * the inter-relationship?
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- not the kind of person you want to share your ice cream cone with...or anything in a cone for that matter...
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