Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
my friend strangerous said that the foo fighters were so 1995. i beg to differ! they are stil relevant like dolly parton and the bee gees. har har. im so funny. i wish i had more important things to blog about but honestly, im a boring guy. ZING!
i had a strange hinkering for beatles music the other day and hunted it down on youtube like a crazed madman. madperson if you want to be politically correct. paul mccartney looked amazingly young at some point in the past and i just cant believe that one day i might become old and wrinkled :O whats more amazing was their bowl-like hair. hard bangs my friends. im going to grow a bowl. anyways, for some reason the song 'love me do' came into my mindspace.
oh i remember, i was watching a short movie about chocolates making love. dont ask me why... heres the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr4n6z4Fzw8
[EDIT] correction, i was watching skittles performing a stop-motion dance. which led me to the chocolate bunnies that subsequently led me to the chocolates making love. fyi. ;)
Showing posts with label strangerous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strangerous. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
there was a shooting
I have always been more afraid of a pen, a bottle of ink and a sheet of paper than of a sword or a pistol.
when i write letters, i tend to write it in such a way that the sentences come out very abrupt. i liken reading my written work to a gunfight between warring gangs. each point is like a bullet, very precise and full of punch. i assure you it brings a whole new meaning to the term, bullet point. my point. my proof. my back-up proof. my sentence about why you should agree with me. my sentence telling you to agree with me. my sentence ordering you to agree with me or i will shoot you, BAM!
its all very mechanical... *sigh* so im trying to lighten my letters with hints of emoticons. im told by a very reliable source that emoticons lighten the mood of letters. however, you cant put them into professional letters. so, ive devised a way to hide them (you can see proof of this hidden method here:) oh, its so subtle. it could be mistaken for a typo, no? puahaha. now to take over the world!
when i write letters, i tend to write it in such a way that the sentences come out very abrupt. i liken reading my written work to a gunfight between warring gangs. each point is like a bullet, very precise and full of punch. i assure you it brings a whole new meaning to the term, bullet point. my point. my proof. my back-up proof. my sentence about why you should agree with me. my sentence telling you to agree with me. my sentence ordering you to agree with me or i will shoot you, BAM!
its all very mechanical... *sigh* so im trying to lighten my letters with hints of emoticons. im told by a very reliable source that emoticons lighten the mood of letters. however, you cant put them into professional letters. so, ive devised a way to hide them (you can see proof of this hidden method here:) oh, its so subtle. it could be mistaken for a typo, no? puahaha. now to take over the world!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
friends...
to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.
end is the only part of the word
that i heard.
call me morbid or absurd.
but to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.
spending time with friends rock. except when they force you to do work... i hate work. and i hate doing work when forced to! also when they gang up to mock you. for some reason i have two friends. when they unite, they mock... like a team of australian seagulls that all gang up to tackle a poor dying crab. its something you really cant watch. the crab is ripped to bits in seconds!
sometimes when im alone i cry... but then i think of those two together and i think to myself, better alone then with those two... hahaha. it do cheer me up though. they arent so bad when they are alone. from henceforth the evil team will be known as... The Strangerous Pickle. the strangerous pickle was talking to me today and they were mocking my liking of a character in a popular childrens book series... so mean!
perhaps ill add evil to their team name... The Evil Strangerous Pickle. kinda kinky.
friend is a four letter word.
end is the only part of the word
that i heard.
call me morbid or absurd.
but to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.
spending time with friends rock. except when they force you to do work... i hate work. and i hate doing work when forced to! also when they gang up to mock you. for some reason i have two friends. when they unite, they mock... like a team of australian seagulls that all gang up to tackle a poor dying crab. its something you really cant watch. the crab is ripped to bits in seconds!
sometimes when im alone i cry... but then i think of those two together and i think to myself, better alone then with those two... hahaha. it do cheer me up though. they arent so bad when they are alone. from henceforth the evil team will be known as... The Strangerous Pickle. the strangerous pickle was talking to me today and they were mocking my liking of a character in a popular childrens book series... so mean!
perhaps ill add evil to their team name... The Evil Strangerous Pickle. kinda kinky.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
ghostwriter
Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.
i was talking to my pal strangerous[codename] the other day while trying not to barf in my ice cream. well, it was tiger eye, so it probably would not have made a difference anyway. har har.
strangerous was laughing inappropriately, as usual. this time it was about stranger danger. hmm... sometimes strangers are better than people you know. when someone is a stranger it is never too late to get away! an example is the transient person who chased us into best buy by singing. hear this with your mind's ear:
"slur slur but you still know i am a...". imagine this to the tune of "jesus loves me, this i know". i suspect that this was not the original melody, but it is how i hear it now. it's my memory and i can take liberties if i want to! god made dirt; dirt don't hurt. la la la.
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.
i was talking to my pal strangerous[codename] the other day while trying not to barf in my ice cream. well, it was tiger eye, so it probably would not have made a difference anyway. har har.
strangerous was laughing inappropriately, as usual. this time it was about stranger danger. hmm... sometimes strangers are better than people you know. when someone is a stranger it is never too late to get away! an example is the transient person who chased us into best buy by singing. hear this with your mind's ear:
"slur slur but you still know i am a...". imagine this to the tune of "jesus loves me, this i know". i suspect that this was not the original melody, but it is how i hear it now. it's my memory and i can take liberties if i want to! god made dirt; dirt don't hurt. la la la.
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