Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Music. Album. Bell X1
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
The Frank and Walters. Again.
I wrote a poem about my forehead. It won an award. I was only joking when I dedicated the award to my shoulders, but no one laughed.
I got the following letter from a fan:
There's a flower and there's a wall. They have a shed. I've got a pet weasel. It writes songs. They have they and I have Dave (the weasel), even though Dave has run away with a cat that he thinks is a female weasel. I don't know what the cat thinks.
Band: The Frank and Walters.
The Frank and Walters write songs. Most other bands just inadvertantly poke themselves in the eye with an envelope when they try to write songs.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Cat. Music. Autamata.
Look at the peacock (it's actually a cat with a little hat). Stop looking at the peacock now (the cat is eating a spider).
I'm waltzing what's-her-name until she remembers what her name is. She doesn't know my name either, but then I've never known her hair's name and her hair wrote an opera about itself, which I've seen. She says I'm a ___. I don't want to repeat that word. She says I just can't remember that word because I'm a ___.
Album: Short Stories
Single: Liberty Bell
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