January 27, 2005

Oh Dear

I just realized that this song I sang as an innocent child is riddled with polygamy, bestiality, thievery, butchery, decadence and other manner of sin:

It was nine feet high, and six feet wide
And soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty ‘leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It’d hold eight kids, and four hound dogs
And a piggy we stole from the shed
Didn’t get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun
In Gran’ma’s feather bed.

TattooedAngst

January 30, 2005

OMG!!! Well, there goes my innocence.

Boxer

January 31, 2005

John Denver recorded this. Did he write it? How old are you? My sister-in-law had a huge crush on John Denver when in high school (1980+/-)

RYN, Realimacy/realimate is my own made up word. It is a compilation of all I mean by relationship, reality, and intimacy. I believe in honesty, love and realimacy.

Atheist Under Ur Bed

February 3, 2005

Thanks for your recent notes. 🙂

Just one question. Is the only reason you note me through this diary is because you dont want me in your other one?

sourapple

March 23, 2005

My tone-detector is way out of whack today. You are joking in this entry, right?