swinging on a star

so the second coming of the beatnik philosopher physicists were gathering on a saturday afternoon as the sun was slowly sailing into the horizon on a superior lake of some sort and one said to the other when in a china shop (or a dish shop in any country), don't be a tazmania devil on red bull... and the other nodded with the wisdom of silence while the rest of them laughed by snapping their fingers in harmony with the spinning plates on sticks... they then all got into a small clown car and drove off singing the lumberjack song because they were offended they were not mentioned in the philosopher's song... you can ask monty python to explain it you didn't follow...

and while not speaking of overrated SEC teams the winners are losers when they cheat to defeat their opponents, but on a side note that has nothing to do with anything that came before except the memory of the passionate moment of musical seduction in the rain (or something like that), my little pretty can be quite regularly amazing (as can her sister's smile, but that's another rainy day fantasy from another rainy warp tour long ago) and if you followed (or dug, even) any of this, you may be as beautiful as you are...

narf :)