fugless in seattle.

my mind is jumping back and forth

come and rescue me before the angel comes to take me roudn a nd round

i only wann get aroudn here for somethign to me to do

if i can have another another grape

pick me up a new

so much dundunduddn

pa pooo make it happen!

im glad i got a iodine

im getting tired

together forever!

like a child from the world

the cases are new

showm e just wahat you can do

someone come and rescuem e quick!

im gonna fucking fuck me sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

glub

.....

like i just know a pervert made this.

nobody can have such a poor understanding of elton john like that. and they were blackmailing him because they knew abotu the scandal where he tried to buy that one saloon and there was the embezzlement.

look at them. so perverted right.

especiall the sequel.

its one thing to make a shakespeare parody. its another thing to keep making "garden gnome" themed adaptations where they aren't welcome...... its obviously a sickly perverse perverted porcelain gnome fetish and frankly i findi t ugly and disgusting.

everybody will be dancing and be doing it right

everybody will be dancing and well feeling it RIGHT

EVERYBODYWILLBEDANCING TONIGHT

AND WE FEELING IT RIGHT

DOING IT RIGHT

every feeling alright everybodywillbedancingtonight

if you lose your gnome tonight, thats how you know the magic's right if you lose your gnome tonight thats how you know the magics right

*does a fucking awesome jig*

SHADOWS ON YOU BREAK OUT INTO THE LIGHT

IF YOU DO IT RIGHT LET IT GO ALL NIGHT

everybodywillbedancing and be doing right

feeling alright

IF YOU DO IT RIGHT

feeling it right

SHADOWS ON YOU BREAK OUT INTO THE LIGHT

if you lose

your way

to night

thats how you know

the magics RIGHT

IF YOU LOSE YOUR WAY TONIGHT THATS HOW YOU KNOW THE MAGIC'S RIGHT.!

ifyouloseyourwaytonitethat'showyou GNOME the magic's right

IF YOU LOSE YER GNOME TONIGHT

THATS HOW YOU KNOW THE MAGIC'S RITE.

i'll squat and scrape my head on the clouds

my grave will be the sky, the earth's crust my crown

i'll curtsy to the moon and rest my boobie's on the moss

and to the west, from 'neath my dress,

California summer humid-blanches These guardians of marijuana growth Years of farming dank stuff on the ranches Has stinken'd, darken'd mother father both

But something yet can stir them from their daze A fresh and crimson bitter kind of fruit Magic cranberry that cuts weed haze Sobriety contain'd within its root

a battleground in my fridge

sometimes i change too quickly to recognize

and yet i must satiate the urge...

me? eating ham? choosing ham? over turkey? over roast beef? choosing Swiss?

eating a ham and Swiss? of my own volition?

Am I a new woman? Have I changed somewhere deep within?

Ham? With Swiss?

And I know myself Not. A Capital Concept.

My Eyes Widen, my Grip Tightens

my Binkus is Changering. Something fundamentally different about my bonker.