dike! oye! (trunced)

aarrgghh! 10.14.04 (To the tune of “O What a Beautiful Morning!”, from Oklahoma! the musical)

There's a bright shiny dike in my forehead!
There's a bright shiny dike in my forehead.
The pressure's as strong as a bellowing gong................
And it looks like it's breakin as I sing this song...............

Oh what a fallacious notion,
Oh what a fallacious raid...
There'll be a fallacious ocean! of
Putrid lumps in a brigade.

I lie here in a fetal position!
I lie here in a fetal position.
I know I will die as the current sweeps by...........
And the shiny bright storm dike is still in my eye.........

Oh what a malicious notion,
Oh what a malicious raid...
They'll be a malicious ocean of
Putrid lumps in the brigade.

Oh what a Gregorian day!!!!!!!!

Hmm... shorter than usual... short n' sweet, just like pickles! Reap the reaper, and to meat goes the keeper. Because meat isn't alive, you fewl.

Cripe... the euphamism for c---!
Faresmell, good feelings. Don I am, and Don hast gone, therefore I have gone, but you sit here and think, "well if he were in fact gone, he wouldn't be typing this," but this here is not in fact reality Don, it is his pet gristhe, something that you wouldn’t want to fight!

p.s. Tell me your thoughts.