the indie pie - thebigsheep
wha'ca doing? wha'ca looking? wha'ca thinking right now?
whatever it is, i hope its good/ laalaala lalalaala
don't page me, cause i'l be away/ stuffing myself with pudding and pie, til i sway dumdahdumdeedumdum
oh i love my pudding, i love my pie/ i love the fact that we get to throw it before it turns high!smash smash, dirty ol'mess! of mangoes, and apples and lime-filled pie!
the muck, the goo, the hideous mess/ makes all the troubles, the worries, an unnecessary test!
Oh dear pudding, dear pie! dear wonderful tasty treat of mine!
wait til you see, what i have inside - delightfulness, wonderfulness, happyness, tragediness, all kinds of rhymes!
so whatever you're reading, whatever you're eating, mugging or drinking?
embrace the indieness of pies, crap and life~!
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I was bored waiting for gerard's and peishan's physio contributions when I got possessed by some mad spirit of a ruminant...
It was a while before I managed to shake him off... but after a long, ardous fight to wrestle for control over my body, I managed to show him who's boss. (and the king of sheep)
But not before he typed the above crap on my laptop.
Sick bastard of a sheep. Grrrrrrrr....Labels: literature, madness, randomness |
