Rollin’ down the street smokin’ endo, sippin’ on gin and juice, laid back.
In the first light of morning, are you able to catch a glimpse of the object that we happily hailed as the sun set last night?
Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light… The Star-Spangled Banner, by Francis Scott-Key.
A drink! A large one, preferably one with a high alcohol content.
I suggest a local libation, favored in New Orleans, made with a bar syrup of indeterminate provenance, and a liquor distilled from molasses. This will keep me from losing control of my mental faculties.
The time is scarcely half an hour past mid-day, but that is no concern to me. At some location on the globe, the time is that wherein the workday ends.
My contentment is a cause of worriment on your part, you repeatedly assert. I offer the conjecture that penitence is behind whatever brainpower you devote to me. Were our roles reversed, I would be insouciant. I derive abundant amusement by enumerating blossoms upon the room partitions, during the time your social circle frets over moi. This causes me absolutely no irritation.
Pour me something tall and strong,
Make it a hurricane before I go insane.
It’s only half past twelve but I don’t care.
It’s five o’clock somewhere.
A being that is against the Messiah is how I define myself.
A person who promotes stateless societies is how I define myself.
I am ignorant of my own desires, but am knowledgable on the process to obtain said desires.
Those who walk by my proximity I aspire to annihalate.
For the absence of government is my desired identity.
I am an anti-Christ, and I am an anarchist… Anarchy in the U.K., by The Sex Pistols
A major European city is sending out a message to outlying villages
Armed conflict has been announced, and said conflict is headed our way
A major European city is sending out a message to those who prefer anonymity:
Emerge from hiding, children of both sexes!
I’ll give someone else a chance, but that was the other song I was considering!
“London Calling,” by the Clash:
“London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls…”
Up next:
Examine my female acquaintance; she is the sole friend of the female gender whom I have
She is, however, not a very satisfying female friend; I do not seem to enjoy her sexual charms very much.
[QUOTE=Spoons;15507149Examine my female acquaintance; she is the sole friend of the female gender whom I have
She is, however, not a very satisfying female friend; I do not seem to enjoy her sexual charms very much.[/QUOTE]
Take a look at my girfriend.
She’s the only one I’ve got.
She’s not much of a girlfriend,
I never seem to get a lot.
“Breakfast in America” by Supertramp
The palmar surfaces of his distal forelimbs are moistened by perspiration
Femorotibial joints feeble, superior appendages are weighty
There is the product of the emetic process on his knitted pullover vestment even at this early juncture
The elongated edible paste of his mater
Flowers on the Wall - Statler Brothers
I keep hearing you’re concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you’re giving me is conscience I guess
If I was walking in your shoes, I wouldn’t worry none
While you and your friends are worried about me I’m havin’ lots of fun
Counting flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Affection is a combustionable item and an ignited circular shape is created by it.
Constrained via unbridled yearnings, I rapidly descended amidst an ignited circular shape.
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
(Johnny Cash)
I don’t appear capable of acknowledging the current situation. I’m showing all the signs of anxiety, unable to engage in leisure activities. I can’t attain a somnolent state, as the traditional location for this activity is aflame. I don’t recommend coming into physical contact with me; electricity courses through me.
I don’t appear capable of acknowledging the current situation. I’m showing all the signs of anxiety, unable to engage in leisure activities. I can’t attain a somnolent state, as the traditional location for this activity is aflame. I don’t recommend coming into physical contact with me; electricity courses through me.
Psycho Killer!
I made the acquaintance of a woman who seemed to have bathed in an alcoholic beverage not far from Graceland
She attempted to transport me to the second level of the building on an excursion
I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis.
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride…
“Honky Tonk Women” by the Rolling Stones
It’s the time when Eos spready her rosy fingers, and Sol makes its first appearances. The previous evening was marked by rather noisy tremors. While making contented sounds, a feline causes lacerations on my epidermis. Consequently, how could additional wrongdoing be improper?
The female dog is peckish, and must speak. Therefore, you must nourish her amply with 1/36th of a yard at a time. Additional 24 hours periods, extra locales toward which to proceed. My departure is imperative. A performance is imminent.
That’s “Rock You Like A Hurricane” by the Scorpions.
Mine:
The diurnal period of a labourer often goes to waste as the result of reposing out of doors. According to an unnamed acquiantance, a repeated lack of success will result in a loss of respect, so one is better off abandoning an unsuccessful enterprise.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy… Lose Yourself by Eminem
Should you ever consider travelling towards the setting sun in an automobile, here is my suggestion: the nation’s best thoroughfare.
Rt 66 - If you ever plan to motor west. Travel my way, take the highway that is best.
My ocular sense observes a portal coated with a substance that reflects light with a wavelength between 630 and 700 nanometers, however, I desire that said portal be coated with a substance that would have an RGB of 0,0,0.
There should no longer exist any visual perception of light at various wavelengths, my desire is that they change to the perception of completely absorbed light.
[iI see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black*
Paint it Black
In the first light of dawn on a particular day, I had not yet arisen for the day. I was pondering how significant the metamorphoses she’d undergone with time were, and whether her coiffure had remained the same shade it had once been.
Early one morning, the sun was shining,
I was laying in bed,
Wondering if she’d changed at all, if her hair was still red.
“Tangled Up in Blue” by Bob Dylan
You are cognizant of the inherent inaccuracy, and of the mendacity I would be guilty of, were I to deny the possibility of our achieving increased altitude.