you can tell 'em til you're blue in the face gothic...
they're still going to tune into your late night show of shows
just to get a glimpse, to see if they can see what they shouldn't see
but they know is there and they know what it looks like anyway,
so why do they need to see yours, it isn't any different, afterall...
it isn't special, by-the-way...
are we all a part of someone's sick dream?
i've often wondered that and if the tables were slightly turned and we hold our heads sideways... not only will the blood flow differently to our heart and limbs and brain... but maybe we can see a seam and find a zipper and open it... but then it gets too much into a science fiction, not of the hitchcock or tim burton type.... no, i'd let my imagination take me down those paths... i'm not into the star wars craze...
Mind Games and Mind Alterings... that finds me in the wings... and that's about our wonderful life...
i'm rambling now... sorry... THEY SAY alot of things... but in the end... i didn't make them my boss, shut the __ up, i've got my own screwed-up probs... don't need yours!