This is the week of my move. I take all things which I've pseudo-urinated on, for marking, to Phoenix on Friday (blessed Ben is coming up on Thursday morn'). Wait... Yeah there was something like that in a dream a dragon had. Oh well, I'm a little stressed but mostly ready to go and do and congeal into golden gloryworlds of man. Yes.
I also wanted to state that I checked out "Dark Days" from the library and wow! I had heard about it from my friend Ian and I tracked it down and was blown away. That film will help you grow some philanthropic tentacles for homeless people faster than... well, not faster than everything... Obviously going to a country where the people have nothing will do that quite faster but still, I like to be punched in the face and then learn how to control the emotion of pain. Channels of self-mastery directed into inner harmony, self-awareness to global society.
How do we help the homeless and addicts, ideas from the chorus, anyone?
23 March 2005
01 March 2005
Dairy girl's dream
This is a superfunked-great song I wrote the other night at 2am, I think. I call it this:
by: Todd Rachmaninoff Robbins
There once was a man without any hands.
He traded in his fingers for cheese graders.
He's a dairy girl's dream, a dairy girl's dream.
Look past the seems and you will see a real boy.
He's different than you and me,
He's a dairy girl's dream, a dairy girl's dream.
He traded in his fingers for cheese graders.
He's a dairy girl's dream, a dairy girl's dream.
Look past the seems and you will see a real boy.
He's different than you and me,
He's a dairy girl's dream, a dairy girl's dream.
by: Todd Rachmaninoff Robbins
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