Birdie hop, he do,
He hop along
A lonely bird upon
A window there, he, he
There he blow
A windy snow, he knew the snow
I know the snow, a hoppy bird
The antelope ride around the parasol
Just to see if he's a man enough
To meet you in the sandpit
On a flying kind of sighing
In a meddlesome way
You know the way
I see the flies
She's a little kite, the sort you think you might
Like to fly 'er and like a kite
You get to see her every night
You know the way
She's only paving her way
Hectachrome plane
I see the flies
Birdie hop, he do, he hop along
A lonely bird upon
A window there, he, he,
There he blow, the windy snow,
He know the snow, a hoppy bird
A camel woke up to a polish dawn
Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
He wouldn't like it
Wouldn't have the strength to fight it
I see the flies
I'm the only bird, a little third,
I lost a quarter, had a yearning
To be earning just a dollar a day
And in a way you shouldn't like it
Hectachrome plane
I see the flies
dude ....somatic metaphorisation ...if that is what u made ...n i hope u did..u actually made a poem outta it...correct me if im wrong...this kindda coincides with heaven...n if im right this is an awesome piece of art...
"The antelope ride around the parasol
Just to see if he's a man enough"
neways i hope da bitch dies before the birdie hops on the snow...XD
Posted by: Luminar | 02/18/2009 at 03:19 AM
somatic ? how ?
very nice cIorideman, now ur officiaIIy better than barett
Posted by: bookofrage | 02/27/2009 at 04:25 PM
heh...
Posted by: Luminar | 03/01/2009 at 06:45 AM