Greater of Two Evils
Socrates, you bastard
You never wrote a word
Your scribes, like monkey boys
carry the burden of your mind
the burden of your mind
the burden of your mind
Your scribes like monkey boys
carry the burden of your mind
As I contemplate my poison
And ponder my life's worth
I strive for immortality
And yet regret my birth
And yet regret my birth
And yet regret my birth
I strive for immortality
and Yet regret my birth
Which is worse?
To live miserably
or to treat the sun as a plaything
At a Macy's Day parade
At a Macy's Day parade
At a Macy's Day parade
to treat the sun as a plaything
At a Macy's Day parade
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Skip Part Two
What's that up there?
It's all coloured blue
It's bigger than me
and it's bigger than you
It's big and it's hot
It's shining on me
The Sun! I like it
It's a good thing
And I say "Sun you're alright.
Dunno where you go when it's nite."
All over the place
I can go where I please
I just like em that's all
Talking about trees
A wise man said
They come from seeds
But sometimes they turn into weeds
And I say "That's alright with me.
Livin' is just a jolly good thing."
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Eavesdrop
I wanna tellya somethin
that I can't get off m'mind
about me now
(me now)
I wanna tellya somethin
about what I heard today
about me now
(me now)
Me heard tell
you 'bout me
heard you say
you no love me
about me now
(me now)
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Wow, I was feelin really O.C this past week checkin for comments every two minutes and seeing nada.
I told Q a grenade exploding in her shorts wouldn't prevent Wilhelmena from commenting on the acetape so we pondered the silence.
And what a leader-upper it has been.
Wilhelmena, wanna hear something totally weird? Cosima claims to have never heard the Brahms Lullaby before she plucked it out on the tablature guide placed directly under the strings of the melodious harp in the Man of Meat
sessions.
Q employed the poker-face again for "Greater of Two Evils."
Compare poker-face muscles in the following exercise:
a) holding ace of spades, with knowledge of its high value.
b) holding ace of spades believing it to be worthless.
I think Q's poker face was induced by b.
i think you're our friend and former neighbour the pixie porn queen based on the clue left by your signature <3 which looks like some kind of cleavage, but...
i think at least you're from ontario because it is an ontario-ism to begin a statement with the word 'so'
i think you could be Noel, also, but...
or Tony, but...
or Alison, but...
do you know Vivian Trouser?
iris!
Deduction my dear fellow.
- we've deduced that you are Ontarion by the use of the word "so"
- only a literary minded person, intimate with the keyboard, would entitle their blog qwertyuiop,
and commence an entry with the mental grappling pole: "ummmmm." this shows sophistication and confidence in the land of letters
- your blog is the same layout as Anne's - only it's the dark version
- your font is the same as Anne's showing a kindred taste in fonts, possibly a genetic trait
- your self-examination about the validity of having a blog for the purpose of commenting on other blogs shows an intellectual nature
- i have a photo of you, and it clearly indicates that you, in fact, are a pixie.
- the <3 signature reveals a sweet nature...
- the use of elipses is a pictorial hold of time, showing a politeness that smoothes over the comments which otherwise would appear abrupt
The matter is a simple one. I know of only one Pixie in Ontario, nay the planet, matching this description.
Hello Pixie and welcome to our dwelling!
Occupist HQ has just posted a notice that Pixie joins the VIP army with all rights and privileges that should go with same. (Like free cassettes of Occupant music, and stickers.)
Pix, we'll have to take the convo over to email because Stella (moi) is strictly a bullshitter. Bullspeak is parlayed on Occupant's rock formations as part of our mandate to preserve the goals of rock which are:
To indulge in self-pity, arrogance and struttin' moxy.
However, Life's Been Treatin' Stella to a shake and a burger since she was old enough to say "that gives me indigestion."
Send me an email and I'll forward it to Q so that he can tell you, properly, all about his psychedellic manicures.
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