Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Monday, March 19, 2007

kick it

I got seven daughters, and one has a lisp,
So I put them on a spit
And burnt 'em all to a crisp.

I got a baby in the oven and a wife on crack,
I got a dog eating a muffin
All dressed in black.

Kick it.

liner notes: study #1

i'd just like to take this opportunity to thank my father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great- great-grandfather, great- great- great-grandfather, great- great- great- great-grandfather, great- great- great- great- great- grandfather, great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather, great- great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather, great- great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather, great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather, and last but certainly not least, my great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great-grandfather's father (sorry, i'm not sure what that's called), because without you, none of this would have been possible.