the End at the Beginning.

This is ponderous man. Really ponderous.

I had this dream the other night
I went to work, but nobody remembered who I was, so
I decided to take the day off

On my way out, I ran into my boss
He said, Hey, you look familiar.
I said Thanks, people say that alot in these dreams

And then the horns kicked in
And my shoes started to squeak

Then all of the sudden, I find myself on some faraway tropical beach
And there's this sign there that says
Aren't you supposed to be at work?
Sort of screamed out at me
Then I remembered. I'd been here before in other dreams.
Usually there was a water polo game
And a girl who could talk with her eyes.
And she'd say, "Can you see what I'm saying?"

And then the horns kicked in
And my shoes started to squeak

Then I find myself walking near this lake
And the phone rings
And the operator speaks to me in a language I don't understand

Ooom poppa chikamaga wana sing gow
Do lomma sinnigama mana ching jow
Inimana choogamaga wana sing gee
Finimana foonimana one is now free

Then the horns kicked in
And my shoes started to squeak

Now we're coming up on this really wierd part of my dream
You know, the part where I know how to tapdance
But I can only do it while wearing golf shoes
Then I'm walking again with the girl who can talk with her eyes
This time she says, "I think you see what I'm saying"
Then just before I woke up, it started to rain in southern california

Ooom poppa chikamaga wana sing gow
Do lomma sinnigama mana ching jow
Inimana choogamaga wana sing gee
Finimana foonimana one is now free

Aren't you supposed to be at work?
The girl who could talk with her eyes.
"Can you see what I'm saying?"
This is ponderous man, really ponderous.

Thank you. Well I did something with friends. Go my team. Apparently the girl who sounds like the ocean objects to her name. Tough luck. Deal with it. Could be worse. I could say you smell like the ocean... and the girl from the bay soundled like something out of an old 50's horror flick... 50 foot giant radioactive life forms or something. yeah. Good music. Funny that I almost do this as much for others as myself. Meh. Maybe I'll start another one.... though I think I stay fairly honest in this one... barring some misdirection to throw off the fools, swear they wish to destroy me, must thwart them at every turn. Something about them makes them wish to take my personal life and smear it all about... as if I'm not leaving myself open enough to getting stepped on enough with this blasted thing. With knowledge needs to come responsibility. Make people sign some kind of legalese document or something. Either that or just wave a dead chicken over blogger.com and keep all the baddies out. Yeah. Havening second thoughts about Prom... thinking, ah nevermind what I'm thinking. Not important. Feeling less and less significant...

Wait so where's the end again?

-CR