Tuesday, December 13, 2005
From the mind of Phaha: Episode III
Filed under: ideology
I am back.
Just like that rash you had in high school, just like your lunch after a BackStreet Boys Burger King commercial.
Just like a fat man in an all you can eat buffet line.
I am back and this is what I think:
I think that when you're home alone and you are walking around naked, you should think about all the dead people who can see you, hell I know I'm not the only one who saw the 6th Sense.
That the voodoo that you do smells like doo-doo.
That a penal correction facility sounds like a dick clinic, rather than a jail.
That I miss the cool toys that we got for Christmas like He-man, Transformers, Cabbage patch kids, stay hard longer lotion, man we had it good.
That If we could all lend a helping hand all we would have left is the hand we wipe our ass with.
That you want to see RuPaul's balls.
That one is the loneliest number, but feel sorry for ten because that one is with a zero.
That I would have second thoughts of naming my son, "BillBo," even if I was a hobbit.
That sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don't.
That back in the hood, where my peeps affectionately refer to me as P Rock the ham hock, I can't walk a block without some slimmy runnin' up in my backyard tryin' to get a piece of what I got. That's when it strikes, that not so fresh feeling.
That in Europe Miles Davis is referred to as Kilometer Davis.
That sometimes when I'm alone I cry, I think, "god there is only one of me, how could I eat all that pasta, the box says there is enough to feed 6 to 8 people."
That there is no, "I" in "team," but there is one in "gasoline," two in "victim," three in "indistinct "and four in "no identification." Ahh you get where I'm going.
That I sometimes wonder can I be too handsome, I ask you, can I?
That I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between. You know you wouldn't want it any other way
blast-ed from the past-ed, email cleanup, PHAHA ¶ 9:34 AM
I am back.
Just like that rash you had in high school, just like your lunch after a BackStreet Boys Burger King commercial.
Just like a fat man in an all you can eat buffet line.
I am back and this is what I think:
I think that when you're home alone and you are walking around naked, you should think about all the dead people who can see you, hell I know I'm not the only one who saw the 6th Sense.
That the voodoo that you do smells like doo-doo.
That a penal correction facility sounds like a dick clinic, rather than a jail.
That I miss the cool toys that we got for Christmas like He-man, Transformers, Cabbage patch kids, stay hard longer lotion, man we had it good.
That If we could all lend a helping hand all we would have left is the hand we wipe our ass with.
That you want to see RuPaul's balls.
That one is the loneliest number, but feel sorry for ten because that one is with a zero.
That I would have second thoughts of naming my son, "BillBo," even if I was a hobbit.
That sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don't.
That back in the hood, where my peeps affectionately refer to me as P Rock the ham hock, I can't walk a block without some slimmy runnin' up in my backyard tryin' to get a piece of what I got. That's when it strikes, that not so fresh feeling.
That in Europe Miles Davis is referred to as Kilometer Davis.
That sometimes when I'm alone I cry, I think, "god there is only one of me, how could I eat all that pasta, the box says there is enough to feed 6 to 8 people."
That there is no, "I" in "team," but there is one in "gasoline," two in "victim," three in "indistinct "and four in "no identification." Ahh you get where I'm going.
That I sometimes wonder can I be too handsome, I ask you, can I?
That I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between. You know you wouldn't want it any other way
THIS HAS BEEN FROM THE MIND OF PHAHA.
blast-ed from the past-ed, email cleanup, PHAHA ¶ 9:34 AM
