Free Speech

2004-03-09 16:26:49 ET Tell me more about your situation Evil men who are coming for your nation evil forces who are coming for your freedom secret congress nobody ever see them it's propaganda it's just like Mr. bush propaganda everywhere I look hey, mister tell me what you know hey, mister tell me what you know since somebody wants to make a confrontation they wont get no play on your radio stations they won't get no time on your television the word come down from the owner corporation it's propaganda now it's everywhere I go it's propagnda it's on your tv show Propaganda everywhere I go hey, mister won't you tell me what you know hey, mister oh, tell me what you know on 9-11 the tv showed me arabs cheering it's supposed to be live television but over there they're sleeping street-side posters that encourage me deepen to report my local terrorist and the company they're keeping propaganda tell me what I know propaganda it's just like mr. bush hey mister won't you tell me what you know and who are they? in Guantanamo Bay there ain't no crimes and no names written in my paper political prisoner wandering what his charge is secret beatings in taxi-cab garages propaganda now tell me where I go it's propaganda it's on your radio propaganda everywhere I go hey, mister can you tell me what you know hey, mister tell me what you really know - Ruggiero/Hillyard/Slackers

2004-03-05 17:53:12 ET I went to McDonalds today in hopes of being given one million dollars and instead they gave me a Super-Sized Shamrock Shake. uuuuuuuuhhhh... minty brain freeze.... uhhhhhhhhhhh.... 9 comments

Song For the Asking

2004-03-04 19:59:54 ET this is my song for the asking ask me and I'll play so sweetly I'll make you smile here is my tune for the taking take it don't turn away I've been waiting all my life thinking it over I've been sad thinking it over I'd be more than glad to change my ways for the asking ask me and I'll play all the love that I hold inside... - Paul Simon

Something Old, Something New

2004-03-04 04:41:40 ET Bird on the Ledge a cold winter chill brings a tiny brown thrush, looking for warmth. a bird just sitting, flakes falling down seeking a way out of the storm he taps at my window I want to let him in but it's not something you do. there's something inside he wants it so bad the window's standing strong. he must find another way he takes flight dodges the flakes and the wind takes him where it may. Searching We're all looking for love we all need someone to hug someone to kiss someone to miss Is it instinct or some basic need to feel? is it culture We're told it so it's real? Loneliness is tough And after awhile you'll find your love seperated by miles happiness comes quick and fills you both happiness is weak and needs work. so is it love or just killing the lonely? is this love or just settling? and in the end where is this going and in the end does it matter? 3 comments

Fox in Sox

2004-03-01 18:26:48 ET Fox Socks Box Knox Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box. Socks on Knox and Knox in box. Fox in socks on box on Knox. Chicks with bricks come. Chicks with blocks come. Chicks with bricks and blocks and clocks come. Look, sir. Look, sir. Mr. Knox, sir. Let’s do tricks with bricks and blocks, sir. Let’s do tricks with chicks and clocks, sir. First, I’ll make a quick trick brick stack. Then I’ll make a quick trick block stack. You can make a quick trick chick stack. You can make a quick trick clock stack. And here’s a new trick, Mr. Knox . . . Socks on chicks and chicks on fox. Fox on clocks on bricks and blocks. Bricks and blocks on Knox on box. Now we come to ticks and tocks, sir. Try to say this Mr. Knox, sir. . . . Clocks on fox tick. Clocks on fox tock. Six sick bricks tick. Six sick chicks tock. Please, sir. I don’t like this trick, sir. My tongue isn’t quick or slick, sir. I get all those ticks and clocks, sir, mixed up with the chicks and tocks, sir. I can’t do it, Mr. Fox, sir. I’m so sorry, Mr. Knox, sir. Here’s an easy game to play. Here’s an easy thing to say. . . . New socks. Two socks. Whose socks? Sue’s socks. Who sews whose socks? Sue sews Sue’s socks. Who sees who sew whose new socks, sir? You see Sue sew Sue’s new socks, sir. That’s not easy, Mr. Fox, sir. Who comes? . . . Crow comes. Slow Joe Crow comes. Who sews crow’s clothes? Sue sews crow’s clothes. Slow Joe Crow sews whose clothes? Sue’s clothes. Sue sews socks of fox in socks now. Slow Joe Crow sews Knox in box now. Sue sews rose on Slow Joe Crow’s clothes. Fox sews hose on Slow Joe Crow’s noes. Hose goes. Rose grows. Nose hose goes some. Crow’s rose grows some. Mr. Fox! I hate this game, sir. This game makes my tongue quite lame, sir. Mr. Knox, sir, what a shame, sir. We’ll find something new to do now. Here is lots of new blue goo now. New goo. Blue goo. Gooey. Gooey. Blue goo. New goo. Gluey. Gluey. Gooey goo for chewy chewing! That’s what that Goo-Goose is doing. Do you choose to chew goo, too, sir? If, sir, you, sir, choose to chew, sir, with the Goo-Goose, chew, sir. Do, sir. Mr. Fox, sir, I won’t do it. I can’t say it. I won’t chew it. Very well, sir. Step this way. We’ll find another game to play. Bim comes. Ben comes. Bim brings Ben broom. Ben brings Bim broom. Ben bends Bim’s broom. Bim bends Ben’s broom. Bim’s bends. Ben’s bends. Ben’s bent broom breaks. Bim’s bent broom breaks. Ben’s band. Bim’s band. Big bands. Pig bands. Bim and Ben lead bands with brooms. Ben’s band bangs and Bim’s band booms. Pig band! Boom band! Big band! Broom band! My poor mouth can’t say that. No, sir. My poor mouth is much too slow, sir. Well, then . . . bring your mouth this way. I’ll find it something it can say. Luke Luck likes lakes. Luke’s duck likes lakes. Luke Luck licks lakes. Luck’s duck licks lakes. Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes. Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes. I can’t blab such blibber blubber! My tongue isn’t made out of rubber. Mr. Knox. Now come now. Come now. You don’t have to be some dumb now. . . . Try to say this, Mr. Knox, please. . . . Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze mad these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees’ cheese freeze. That’s what made these three free fleas sneeze. Stop it! Stop it! That’s enough, sir. I can’t say such silly stuff, sir. Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir. Let’s have a little talk about tweetle beetles. . . . What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well . . . When tweetle beetles fight, it’s called a tweetle beetle battle. And when they battle in a puddle, it’s a tweetle beetle puddle battle. AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle, they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle. AND . . . When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle . . . . . . they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle. AND . . . When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle’s on a poodle and the poodle’s eating noodles . . . . . . they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle. AND . . . Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks fox! When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle, THIS is what they call . . . . . . a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottles paddled muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir! Fox in socks, our game is done, sir. Thank you for a lot of fun, sir. - Theodore Fiesel 1 comment

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