pedro the lion--indian summer Ultraviolet rays are washing over
all the boys and girls
As their moms lay tanning by the pool
Oh look their dad's arriving home
All the children hug his neck
Unaware of their inheritance
All of the experts say
you ought to start them young
That way they'll naturally love
the taste of corporate cum
God bless the Indian summer
Don't you just love the sun?
Doesn't it make you feel good all over?
It's my pleasure to announce
In conjuction with the fed
And my recent popularity
Thanks in part to Mother Nature
It will never rain again
It should do wonders for the GNP
If you're just joining us now,
you've missed a brilliant speech
We go now live to the street
to find out what the voters think
He's worked a miracle
I just now bought a brand new car
God bless the Indian summer
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October 02, 2002 @ 8:52 am
shit.
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October 02, 2002 @ 5:09 am
awww
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October 02, 2002 @ 3:09 am
drowning in shallow water (dream fragments and night terrors)
someone with smallish hands is holding me underwater, in a pool with very blue water. (caribbean, mediterranian blue). small yet incredibly strong hands. i'm struggling, and i break free and swim away. i'm not a very good swimmer, so they catch up fast. i know it's coming, i take a deep breath, and the hands are on my head again, on my face, smashing my nose and eyes, on my neck... i cried out for help, forgetting i was underwater. my lungs fill with water. my arms are everywhere, i'm trying to break free, and i can't. [usually mike woke me right around here, because i kept hitting him or something.] but once, he didn't, and the phantom hands broke my neck, and as my eyes closed for the last time, i saw them walk away. guy's legs. shallow water, about three feet deep. it took me forever to float to the bottom, i remember trying to get up and trying to get help, but giving up because i couldn't move, my neck was broken, and i felt numb, but pain all over. finally my head hit, and i drowned there. i woke up sceaming and gasping for air. it was too real.
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