You could argue that I do not know
Electrical 101, but trust me when I
'xplain to you, the ways it can be done.
First:
Get yourself a ladder
Get yourself some glue
A brand new pair of rubber boots
Straight from Kal'mazoo.
A pair of wire cutters
A bowl of mother's stew
A pipe of lavender crescendos
(That pipes for me, not you.)
Ahh, thirteen naked ninjas
Ehr, a Po-lock named Duran
Umm, a scratched Arcadia record
Purchased from the Promise land.
A chicken with no feathers
A polite "Taming of the shrew"
A Perfect cube cut from sky
Of the purest Azure blue.
You must then kiss both my cheeks,
And tell me how you've lived and loved.
And do not show the slightest hint'f fear
As I fasten you with stainless steel gloves.
Now go up, and out
And down about
Till you see a man
With stag, or steer.
Take a left
At the cleft
Where the grass becomes
A forest clear'd.
Point your toes
To the North
As you pinch your nose.
Be sitting on the ground
Wear no clothes
And make sure to be
'Baby oil'd down'.
Because, when one is stealing lightning?
You need a good decoy...
So while you were
Nude & Oiled?
I stole it first, greasy boy.
My father just cannot resist
A splendid practical joke, and while
He was laughing at your plight.
I got myself some bolts.
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Written January 23rd, 2004
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brillant but im lost
lol
Take care thanks for entering and good luck
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IT ROCKS
Excellent, I loved it, well done, it had everything that doesn't make sense, and somethings that do. See, now I'm loosing myself. Anyway, IT ROCKS, good luck in the competition! -
THis is a common story in all myths but this in particulat is a combination of Greek and native American. It's a spin on the story of Phaethon Apollo's and Zeus's son's betting on 'certain' blood lines and things.
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Thank you Bohb.
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funny, sticking feathers up your but doesn't make you a chicken
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Steal Away Softly
Ah! Whimsical, nonsensical, mythic and yet, sillidrindical cubistic and sanded down smooth. I can steal your thunder, but you got the lightning ... right down to the brass bolts you can use to fasten it to the hood of your '67 Plymouth...and sit behind the wheel making vrooom vroooom noises (didn't think anyone noticed did you?)
This is a chapter, story and verse, straight from the Coyote or Raven myths, but in an updated Horus8 style and Momma, Oh sweet Momma, she rocks. Kick it in on a 4/4 beat and march with the greasy boys right on down the street.
Mondo. Cool. Smooth, but with an edge. You may sit at the foot of Dylan, but soon you'll be in his lap.
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