..well, this is fumfin that is Hi Sci Five to hero. As long the truth won't think of fibbin' a lil fab fubb. In all nutty cases: keep on counting.. on femaliens in dis dreadful dress. Ish. Apropos: must've pieces:
Wishbone Ash - There's the Rub
M.M. Earphband - Knight-in-Gales and Bombers
E.L.O. - Face the Music
Girls are ge''in' tongue piercings?? you have a day, say. Out of tattoo parlors.
needleless to sail.. Ahh: drownload at the ready. Ciao M. Sea Monsterwave
N.B.: to make it blurfectly clear..well, pharting isn't phun At ALL. If anyphin it is ey sure sign some of the diet doesn't agree with that drat metabolism! Everybody might have given you such advice before 1492, iGuess. Bukowski anyway has been as devastating to literature as Kraftwerk to muzique. (all tone-deaf 2-left apes, knuckles dragging behind in the ditch, b-living to be free to make all the rest on EARth lose harking organs)
Pls phrow Phil Manzanera, 8o1, Tomorrow Never Knows (Gringo Starlingo did a better job - best: uPick..a pocket's nose) under the omnibus. One day we'll catch you with mere emperor's t-cloth on while searching for a real stonker of a ...reekwest. OMFO
I respectfully disagree with you on zee pharting. There's the inadvertent ones near someone you like, oops, then there's plain mean ones i.e. dutch oven, ok not so funny, but, a SBD in an elevator? An escalator? In a dead quiet classroom or better yet in church? Freaking heeeelarrious!!!
I get your point on Buk PP, but water seeks its own level. The drunks find the drunks. But I learned alot from him as he grew older and fairly wiser.
Lastly, I understood your music ideas. Duly noted for future shows.
Ricky Rat just left the stinking ship via Waterloo on Bog..
You know that the nose' been Man's first sense and is still situated in the centre of the upper loft?! and that one might considering to begin gathering knowledge After wisdom has its teeth switched on Receive? for transmission from Neal Morse..
Yo: and orcas are Transatlanctic cable dancin'.
Under Walt Discoland's Turning sTable. Spin & off.
..well, this is fumfin that is Hi Sci Five to hero. As long the truth won't think of fibbin' a lil fab fubb. In all nutty cases: keep on counting.. on femaliens in dis dreadful dress. Ish. Apropos: must've pieces:
Wishbone Ash - There's the Rub
M.M. Earphband - Knight-in-Gales and Bombers
E.L.O. - Face the Music
Girls are ge''in' tongue piercings?? you have a day, say. Out of tattoo parlors.
needleless to sail.. Ahh: drownload at the ready. Ciao M. Sea Monsterwave
N.B.: to make it blurfectly clear..well, pharting isn't phun At ALL. If anyphin it is ey sure sign some of the diet doesn't agree with that drat metabolism! Everybody might have given you such advice before 1492, iGuess. Bukowski anyway has been as devastating to literature as Kraftwerk to muzique. (all tone-deaf 2-left apes, knuckles dragging behind in the ditch, b-living to be free to make all the rest on EARth lose harking organs)
Pls phrow Phil Manzanera, 8o1, Tomorrow Never Knows (Gringo Starlingo did a better job - best: uPick..a pocket's nose) under the omnibus. One day we'll catch you with mere emperor's t-cloth on while searching for a real stonker of a ...reekwest. OMFO
Houston, "All engines running amok.."
I respectfully disagree with you on zee pharting. There's the inadvertent ones near someone you like, oops, then there's plain mean ones i.e. dutch oven, ok not so funny, but, a SBD in an elevator? An escalator? In a dead quiet classroom or better yet in church? Freaking heeeelarrious!!!
I get your point on Buk PP, but water seeks its own level. The drunks find the drunks. But I learned alot from him as he grew older and fairly wiser.
Lastly, I understood your music ideas. Duly noted for future shows.
Ricky Rat just left the stinking ship via Waterloo on Bog..
You know that the nose' been Man's first sense and is still situated in the centre of the upper loft?! and that one might considering to begin gathering knowledge After wisdom has its teeth switched on Receive? for transmission from Neal Morse..
Yo: and orcas are Transatlanctic cable dancin'.
Under Walt Discoland's Turning sTable. Spin & off.