Monthly Archives: November 2005

in this world of so much doubt and the little man has lost his clout here we toil on the bleak landscape but there’s one thing we can do come on baby i’ve got tentacles that can make me longer … Continue reading →

Who can say how it began How consciousness seeped into man A spark in some ancient night Around the campfire’s flick’ring light One thing now could stand for another Manipulated in ways impossible Now aurochs charge across cave walls Coming … Continue reading →

john kennedy twisting down like crazy man flappy flippy hands all wippet-hippy freaky-fry swooper shippy and then. john kennedy and me were surfin be boppa vip vap heavy hat my head sweet swillin shop-o-centers you wildy, man! ticky-tack. john kennedy … Continue reading →