My biography would start off with a player catching watermelons and other various fruit with tooth- picks out in left field. Otherwise, I wasn't born until everyone around me understood the concept of surrealism. I still stand surrounded by mirrors in space. Oops! That's my fault I guess! (Singing) "Can you see me?" Where's the harmony? "No one can see me!" Now, with rolled eyes and swaying heads! (This is where they usually leave). So long. I myself will sing. Here's what I've come up with: Fat kid riding bike losing weight. He lived through disco. One must wonder how many blue shirts have gone through this door. (He points again). Exhale. Excuse me, there's a fly in this soup. But never mind, it's being eaten by the colony of frog life in my coffee. Drink. Empty Green Bottle Blues: My name is loving you, Oh, and the blues is my game. Yes my name is loving you, Oh yeah, and the blues is my game. But if you're not gonna be lovin' me child, Things just ain't gonna be the same. You speak of the eclectic and one's horrible prose, but creativity is not counting by multiples of nine. Though, to be technical, you wouldn't want to count on anything at all. At least not until the day that it's out of style. Smile, awhile, for five miles, get it? The ship sank in folk tales, before we (he he) we're born. Tie Drivin' Blues: Got this guitar fo' Christmas, An' I got a little toy train. Got a guitar fo' Christmas, An' I got this little toy train. Well I'm tired a livin' here, So I'm hoppin' in to get away, With me and my guitar, Sittin' in this little toy train. Image isn't much, but demeanor is something special. Getting the glance is only half the fiasco, while a sixteen-fourths is left over even after Thanksgiving. Like a stack of pancakes padlocked with chains, it seems a little strange, but all tastes the same. Blink. This stanza creates the cameo appearance of Harpo Marx. The next Escher is defeated by a splashing glass of liquids with all of the elements soaking into the table. The piece is sold at two arms, but no legs. Avant-garde I say, "Indeed." This stanza creates the cameo appearance of Gene Wilder playing Harpo Marx. A summer drowned in love one day. (Unrequited). But all those toes made such wonderful prunes for eating. I still wasn't hungry, but I decided to build a kiosk for this lemonade. Robert Johnson helped by getting his lemon squeezed, but we had to go to jail for not having a peddler's licence. Nonexistent God Damned Blues: Ain't no God gonna save me now, I'm surely dead 'fore the mornin' shows. Ain't no God gonna save me now, I'll be dead in the mornin' fo' sho'. 'Cause I just left fo' Louisiana, And my baby just don't wanna go. A cause for laughter: She drops her spoon. She then starves and dies at the age of twenty three. Some still laughing. Important note number fifty six: My watch has yet to stop. Have you ever witnessed a U-turn out the window where you're sitting? The people in the car, so close to getting there, but alas, only turning back away. More important things I guess. Sorry. It was Shakespeare who interrupted me with his cordless phone. I could only interrupt with my phoneless cord. And so the people think I'm crazy here, in the end; the(ir) death of my beginning. Sometimes when I cross the street Richard taps my shoulder with a message from George. Then we have to go back to the house and burry Paul. Paul's been dead far too long to still be alive. We invite Eric Idle who's dressed as, but not playing, Harpo Marx.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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