Code In.
Dig the hole
Lie inside
Follow the song of the reed
Get sucked in
Nothing means a thing to me
No, nothing means a thing to me
Three pounds of loving in my skull
Swirl around and float downstream
Rapt in cosmic reverie
Nothing means a thing to me
Anything else would be so boring
Anyone else would be so boring
An original assortment of irreverent, irrelevent, flippant, obscure and cacophonous rambles. By the Artful Dodgy
Friday, October 31, 2003
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