No light no stars no galaxies no gas no dust no dark matter
The cold region
a billion light years across
Telepathy scooped out his guts
his thoughts, his dreams
his hopes and his regrets
and flung them towards
the constellation Eridanus
Telepathy puked up his future
mixed it together with his memories
his spine and his spleen
and hurled it deep into the Southern Hemisphere
Where it all felt right at home with the
cold region
one billion light years of nothingness
... We were meant to be. I spotted him walking in the doorway of the restaurant the other day When I met that perfect man I didn't speak when I had the chance I ...
Here is where I got my first pheasant. I spotted him out of the corner of my eye on the left side of the road.
I spotted him out in the field underneath the freeway. I started the car and started for the on ramp. I spotted him down along the road.
... in Norway). It was after he had entered the cafe, paid for his glass of beer, looked for an empty table, that I spotted him. He had ...
... was coming in. I could now hear him breaking the odd tree and he was still answering. At about 50 yards, I spotted him. All I saw ...
and in the book too I think. I spotted him at lunch but kept my distance until he fell and hurt his knee. I was the adult in the ...
[I met Chico DeBarge] at Toys R Us. He was passing through the crowd and I spotted him in the crowd. I said, "What's up, Chico!".
5 - I looked all day. 6 - I miss my dog. 7 - All of a sudden I spotted him. 8 - I screamed you won’t get away. 9 - I was chasing my dog again.
The rabbit living behind my hall is an asshole. I was coming up the hill behind Sellards from the parking lot when I spotted him.
Date Killed - 09/28/1995, State - OR, County - Sled Springs. Time of Day - Afternoon, Sex - M, cougar. This cat was 25' behind and down wind when I spotted him.
I've seen skippy! He is the cutest little turtle I've ever seen. I was on my way out the door when I spotted him playing in the backyard with my dog.
It was 11:30 pm on January 29th of this year. I was standing outside the Roxy Theatre on Sunset Boulevard after a punk/ska show when I spotted him.
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We arrived at Wigan railway station
the day before
the big football match
my friends with their sleeping bags
ready to head to the house share
I said 'Hey, we should look out
for the plaque' (baffled stares,
please don't make me sing it)
I'm sittin' in the railway station...
We saw no plaque.
I was roundly mocked, lampooned
and generally disrespected
But the joke is on you
because for one I know Paul Simon
really wrote Homeward Bound at
Widnes railway station
(where there is a plaque)
And for two there was
no football match, and for
three, I have no friends
She said 'If you think it's spelled Eastenders
then you don't deserve to work on
EastEnders, I mean come on man!' And
I thought - she secretly fancies me
'Those drums had a family
beating them like they owe him money
The drums went home crying and bruised
their being punished
no doubt absolutely savage
Those drums wish they were never born
their grandkids are feeling it today
Brutal and clean for the shitty old drum set compared to todays
committing assault and battery like they pissed him off
beating them like they scratched his Camaro
Hitting the skins like a sadist
sounds like he's playing with baseball bats
sounds like cannons going off
sounds like he's shooting down enemy aircraft
The drumset cried in pain after this song
they still have a restraining order against Bill to this day
hit them so hard the guys who made them felt it
anti war song yet the drums were absolutely tortured
Bill played the elephant ballet
hitting that snare with such malice man
kicked the hell out of his kit
full on warzone
50 years later, those drums still haven't recovered
basically dropping bombs and machine gun fire
they died for the cause
they were cremated and buried after the show
rumour has it that even today they're still warm
Bill Ward is slapping the living shit out of those drums
he hit them like they were the very war pigs themselves
Christ Bill, what did those drums ever do to you?'
How can you expect me to architect
a tower if I ain't never left the stable
donkeys were my friends not elevators
a crib a cradle, couldn't wait to escapadle
glueprints were my blueprints
what do you mean
Waiter waiter there's a dog in my manger
and I will never rearrange her
what do you mean
No one told me there were six sieben eight
floors above the nine
unknown levels, the finer
ascensions of society
my hobbit cheerleaders sing you can scale boy
you can scale the walls just get a foothold
But no I cannot scale, & I'll never
reach Operating Thetan or Master Mason
not with this barnyard DNA, not
with a touch of the Denisovans no offence
So let me fustle among the hay, to
bustle in a hedgerow would be my d-ream
to be reborn a sparrow
shaking in a birdbath, little
pigpen wallower my e-ream
You see the reverse
now sing the verse
No he is not one for the ABCs
he's stuck in the little leagues
a minor miner / rough not finer
broken China / darker not shiner
But he'll sure serve you
like an all nite diner
what are you talking about
The kinda kitten I like is the
persnickety type
A frequenter of libreries
and barns perchance
Tweedy of skirt and hornrimmed
a pistol sequestered about her
pantheresque personnelle
On the surface
dainty and punctilious
yet possessed of a secret
demeanour
The febrile dementor, the
don't-call-me-dame as wild
and fearsome as when the wind
swells into a hurricane
Undomesticated
swill yer own porridge, hobnob
the other gals may whisper
they slurs, and
Rumors may swirl
what does she see in that varmint
but she sees, and I see, and I
shall delay you kind folks no more
