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Dec. 30th, 2001 12:35 amI'm drunk I'm noone
I'm drunk I'm famous
I'm drunk I'm f**king dead
Big fat dead guy in a bathtub, theres your title for you.
Leary's words, not mine.
But words are just stuff and what the hell thrown together to express whatever the f**k you want to at whatever time you feel like it, like now so I'm stealing them there words and sticking them on this thar page. And you're reading it, so I've stolen seconds of your life, gone, bang, whisked away while you read this.
Grains of sand passing away every moment, you can't get them back.
I've taken them. Tommorrow someone else will.
The day after something else will, time ah, my old nemesis we meet again, but this time, if you excuse the mild pun, I have backup; alcohol, oh yes, feel that time dilation as my mind fuzzes with the cotten wool in intoxication, so how'd you feel about that eh? eh?
Time nil, alcohol 1
And it's half time Brian and I think it's been a hard game so far; the two sides have been playing hard but even scores were the last thing we were expecting, but alcohol managed to get one in the net and frankly I'm not surprised, but Time has been looking a bit shabby there, we're expecting greater things it the second half.
Well Norman, I don't know, alcohol has been playing hard and dirty, we're talking 37.5% dirty tricks here, the mind of the player is fuzzed up worse that a kettle in a hard water zone and I don't think that time is going to make a significant impression, and we're expecting great things of alcohol in the second half.
Thanks Brian, well I guess we'll see, after all it's a long hard road through this crazy old game we call life and well there's only those two players on the pitch right now, we were hoping for a pitch invasion, but well it's gone far away now and I can't see it happening, a lot of hope there Brian but hope isn't going to hold the play.
No way Norman, hope isn't going to wash with time or alcohol, both are going to run out and the invasion won't be able to effect the outcome at this rate.
Still theres always that exonerable click of the new year and a half-dozen new challenges on the horizon and promises to yourself in order to make that play to get that final move in.
Well Brian, guess we'll have to watch the game and see, we'll be back after the break I guess.
Frootloops, good for you good for me, they leave your tongue in ex-t-cee.
Frootloops, brought to you by the same people who brought you hashy-i-wheatos and choc-u-like, numb your mind today with a random stimulant!
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-dah.
Thats all for now fols, tune in the same time next week when I'll be interviewing a shark that thinks it's a motorbike and we examine the oppression of the modern government on aquatic lifeforms restrictions on the open road.
Be careful out there.
I'm drunk I'm famous
I'm drunk I'm f**king dead
Big fat dead guy in a bathtub, theres your title for you.
Leary's words, not mine.
But words are just stuff and what the hell thrown together to express whatever the f**k you want to at whatever time you feel like it, like now so I'm stealing them there words and sticking them on this thar page. And you're reading it, so I've stolen seconds of your life, gone, bang, whisked away while you read this.
Grains of sand passing away every moment, you can't get them back.
I've taken them. Tommorrow someone else will.
The day after something else will, time ah, my old nemesis we meet again, but this time, if you excuse the mild pun, I have backup; alcohol, oh yes, feel that time dilation as my mind fuzzes with the cotten wool in intoxication, so how'd you feel about that eh? eh?
Time nil, alcohol 1
And it's half time Brian and I think it's been a hard game so far; the two sides have been playing hard but even scores were the last thing we were expecting, but alcohol managed to get one in the net and frankly I'm not surprised, but Time has been looking a bit shabby there, we're expecting greater things it the second half.
Well Norman, I don't know, alcohol has been playing hard and dirty, we're talking 37.5% dirty tricks here, the mind of the player is fuzzed up worse that a kettle in a hard water zone and I don't think that time is going to make a significant impression, and we're expecting great things of alcohol in the second half.
Thanks Brian, well I guess we'll see, after all it's a long hard road through this crazy old game we call life and well there's only those two players on the pitch right now, we were hoping for a pitch invasion, but well it's gone far away now and I can't see it happening, a lot of hope there Brian but hope isn't going to hold the play.
No way Norman, hope isn't going to wash with time or alcohol, both are going to run out and the invasion won't be able to effect the outcome at this rate.
Still theres always that exonerable click of the new year and a half-dozen new challenges on the horizon and promises to yourself in order to make that play to get that final move in.
Well Brian, guess we'll have to watch the game and see, we'll be back after the break I guess.
Frootloops, good for you good for me, they leave your tongue in ex-t-cee.
Frootloops, brought to you by the same people who brought you hashy-i-wheatos and choc-u-like, numb your mind today with a random stimulant!
Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-dah.
Thats all for now fols, tune in the same time next week when I'll be interviewing a shark that thinks it's a motorbike and we examine the oppression of the modern government on aquatic lifeforms restrictions on the open road.
Be careful out there.
