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| Phone machines seem to love me. Here I took snippets of faves and made it the outgoing message. |
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| Well, I was at a party the other night. It was at Fagarrrrooot's house; it was a rager. Everyone was there: Chooosh, Willard, Grizzy, Tom Sawyer, The Balamaster, The Finemaster, and even L.G. Doesn't sound familiar?? |
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| Elementary School Book Report! Do you remember this fabulous book about the horse who was allergic to roses? And then moved from the farm to the city to get away from roses? But couldn't? And stopped the bank robbers by sneezing them down after sniffing roses???!!! |
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| Here's a good one: A poem late night written coffee cigarettes street corners back alleys coffeehouse, angry watching the bunglers of the night make the danger everyone writes news stories about. The poem sat and sat. Chief picked it up and composed a song for it, so that the poem's words should receive singing and accompaniment. Chief many years later found some unlikely suspects to give this one a concert rendering and it sounds fucking awesome with real opera voice in an auditorium with piano rockin it hard! Wow! |