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09-12-2010, 10:38 AM
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I will try now and recite for you the Sighty-poo Death March.
The scene is a village in the valley...in the morning,when it's light.Behind the village,as you go up toward the mountain in the high backdrop,is a changing vision of green; first plants and shrubs and bush-i ,and then they fall into forest.Forest getting deeper and deeper.You will notice several paths up the mountain. Sighty stands in wait at the beginning of one of the paths less taken. There's a reason for that. Anyhoo--she wears a nondescript dress,with her ubiquitous black waist ribbon. She smiles smally at the young doorknobs comming outside for a game of kick the wuffies. The nincompoops bite immediately.She starts walking up the path and this tune begins:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqI81Xa2mFk Now hep me here, you must concentrate to get the full affect. Can you see them in a slow follow up the path...her walking proudly yet in control...looking over her shoulder and smilling smally every few seconds? Then she starts swaying her dupa a bit...at about 1:36. With me? Still slow, but a little more orgasmic in her taunting of the crew.She has them right where she wants them--in trance. Now..right there!!..at 2:10!! Do you see her all of a sudden start to do a rapid jig? Spinning around and now flashng that Kooly-aid smile? The pace has quickened exponentially. The doorknobs tongues hang out as she takes off the black waist ribbon and waves it at them as she spins and jigs her rapid way up the path.Do you see this? As the symbol smashes end drum rolls...she picks up her dress and wiggles her tail feather at them..and then continues the rapid jigging ascent....spinning again as she goes, waving that black waist ribbon and Kooly-air smiling at the gang following.The pace quickens. Ain't this great!!?? The dweebs are doomed. Keep listening and watching. Listen at 4:20. Do you see her stop and wiggle slowly all the way down and all the way up to that downbeat? Whoa! Then the rapid jig ,spinning and bwr waving continue to lead the pack right into her cave. This is when she turns into SightyMouse. There she is to save the gay! And =5 and the rest of the catatonic ..are never seen again.  Last edited by clyde : 09-12-2010 at 11:02 AM. 
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09-12-2010, 11:30 AM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlY-J...eature=related
On this one. The very beginning.Do you hear..." The artist ,when sketching, loves nothing as much as the curve of the body...as it turns away?" And what follows is maybe him trying to understand that.
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09-12-2010, 12:01 PM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPx5o...eature=related
Breathe, breathe in the air. Even when.. it's not there. Please, don't leave me. If you do,I'll leave you. Where it went and how it came Means nothing will ever be the same As others aren't..and only we know How differnet our lives can go Run, habit run. Run away from me,and take your gun The shadows cast the filled up past So you must run,so very fast. Where it went and how it came Means nothing will ever be the same As others aren't..and only we know How differnet our lives can go
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#6
09-12-2010, 01:11 PM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uf-Ar...eature=related
but we shouldn't dwell on the past for it is gone only our noodle does know the time,and of the clock before 12 hard to forget not to delve the funny man is in my noodle. the funny man feeds it apple stroudle he takes up all the space,left in one erase and every day he feeds it more and more and if there are no more funny things to fill and if the art work bcomes entombed and if the body of work fades into the sunset, 'till you can't see me or you i'll meet you on the bright side of my room the funny man is playing movies the funny man is playing movies the curtain raises,sometimes it praises i show what pleases me it shuts things out it throws away all doubt the funny man in there,i know he's me and if no music played inside of here there would be the things i can't bear to see and when the music stops and loses all their tune i'll meet you on the bright side of my room all that i am is not very much but i was once i felt the touch all i recall in grass so tall i see nothing else but the flowers bloom i eat all i can from that funny man always i eat that last hot meal all that was made was anything saved i can see the words i hear them still now but the funny man doesn't know how all that i know and all that i paint are fields of gold the train station is gone i'm not bound for rome i can never go home i have none but my noodle's in tune and there's always room where i am inside of this place for just one more..one more happy face
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#7
09-12-2010, 01:36 PM
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Hybrid Mode
