My insturmental world of addicts

The mandolin has been smoking pot
The speakers have a flat tire
The electric guitar is looking for a job
but it seems he can't get hired

The acoustic guitar is weezing
and the kapo is grumpy
The brass slide has a limp in his step
and harmonica A fights with harmonica C

whoever is writing this is lonely
and has nothing else to do
at least he's not as bad as his insturments
so Tom Waits, here's to you

In the wind

My Legs are a'stretchin'

I have this new sense of excitement now that Cocoa Puffs has decided to change back to their orginal box. At least somebody's gettin' old fashioned! Or maybe they changed it because they realized how many strokes and heart attacks american citizens over the age of 63 were experiencing due to the eight layered, headache inducing, sparkley, "I'll throw sand in your eyes if you don't look at this box" boxes they've had in the most rescent years.

Bob Dylan should write a song for me called "My Legs, they are a'stretchin." I've rescently taken up Yoga and it's a pain in my ass. (in a good way) I'm more limber, my back doesn't ache as much, and I even take better shits at better times. I also have these big slabs of muscle forming around my inner thighs. I'm not sure if that's a result of the yoga, or if it's because of the coat of muscle growth cream I keep on the inside of my pantlones...hmm?

Signing off, D-Bag