Reflections in a downtown flat
Somewhere, out there, are pictures from my tour of historic downtown Los Angeles. It was pretty cool. Really. I have pictures to prove it. Somewhere.
Damn.
(Apropos of nothing, this reminds me of the time Danny remarked that I'm "always singing," as if I was such a slap-happy person. What Danny doesn't know it that I am always singing but it's almost entirely commercial jingles, cartoon theme songs and New Wave hits. E.g., right now? When I wrote "Somewhere, out there..."? I had to restrain myself from writing "...someone needs HEEEEEEEEEELP! Dr. Henry's Emergency Lessons for People." I got problems.)
Damn.
(Apropos of nothing, this reminds me of the time Danny remarked that I'm "always singing," as if I was such a slap-happy person. What Danny doesn't know it that I am always singing but it's almost entirely commercial jingles, cartoon theme songs and New Wave hits. E.g., right now? When I wrote "Somewhere, out there..."? I had to restrain myself from writing "...someone needs HEEEEEEEEEELP! Dr. Henry's Emergency Lessons for People." I got problems.)
Labels: Whining
posted by CMURB at 5:21 PM
1 Comments:
Way down yonder in the yakkety yak, a bullfrog jumped from bank to bank, just because he'd nothing better for to do. Why did they make little kids sing that? I hated that. And it plagues me to this day. Cheeeeeeeze to the rescue. Flavors nature never intended. You can't cook a chicken on it. My dog's better than your dog. I'm the sole survivor. Honeycomb's big. Betcha can't eat a Marathon fast. From the land of sky blue waters (waters)....Now how much would you pay? Keep moving out into the gap.
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