I woke myself up from a dream at 6am. I woke myself up by yelling, very loudly and very sternly. It was not a scream but a shout, one which could have been heard from across the street, at least, I'm certain.. I was dreaming of a tall man, standing near a brick wall. A spider crawled out of a crack in the wall, but it was a spider from the turtle family. Big turtle shell, turtle head, but long fuzzy crab-like spider legs. One leg was longer than the rest, over a foot long. The legs were soft, like a fuzzy plant leaf. The tall man started to swat the spider, bapping it on the head. Bapping it on the shell. I got up from my seat on the ground and approached the tall man. I looked at him extremely sternly; he reacted with a defensive scowl as he pulled out a gun from his pants.

I then shouted right in his face "YOU DO NOT SWAT SPIDERS"

dear red, if i could comment on your site i'd say "hey, where do I go to wrap my body around those fresh UnitedBamboo threads?"

...banjo teacher said he'd teach me some thing about singing. I was thinking I'd start with Gram Parsons' She. I realized then that if you yourself cannot sing it is better for you not to learn to sing using a song about a gal who sure could sing. So maybe 1,000 Wedding. But I have no idea what that song is about. At all. Now I'm thinking Gillian Welch's My First Lover. Yes. A song sung by a woman should be more in my range. My range; some laugher; I've never said those words before, my range. I think if I had a range it would be at home somewhere near early Liz Phair's can't really sing but goes ahead anyway place...

I referred to my umbrella as a banana yesterday.
"Where's my damn banana—umbrella i mean." explanation necessary?

Speaking of Liz Phair and singing, a few weeks back we snuck onto her website where we downloaded with excitement-bordering-on-insanity her at-long-last new material from her at-long-last new album. Did finally hearing these new songs ultimately make us actually go insane? Yes it did!!!!!!!!! With pleasure? No!!!!!!!!! The insanity made us cry with insane madness. Why? ....we have to ask Liz Phair that. Why Liz Phair? I am just wondering, why did you turn into Natalie Imbruglia? I wish you could do it over.

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1,000 WEDDING: {by gram parsons}

It was a thousand dollar wedding
suppsed to be held, the other day
and with all the invitations sent
the young bride went away
when the groom saw people passing notes 'not unusual,' he might say
but where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
and why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way

I hate to tell you how he acted when the news arrived
he took some friends out drinking and it's lucky they survived
well, he told them everything there was to tell there along the way
and he felt so bad when he saw the traces
of old lies still on their faces
so why don't someone here just spike his drink
why don't you do him in some old way

supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day

the Reverend Dr. William Grace was talking to the crowd
all about the sweet child's holy face
and the saints who sung out loud
and he swore the fiercest beasts
could all be put to sleep the same silly way
and where are the flowers for the girl
she only knew she loved the world
and why ain't there one lonely horn and one sad note to play?

supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day
ooh, supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day

anyone???

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