Astronauts from Mars

Greetings! Welcome to the
Well, what is it?
This spinning thing
In the sky
Skimming too
And brimming
With sharp glowing light

Perhaps you have the answer and you’re just out
Taking a spin
Perhaps you’ll help us miserable rats

I like to believe that you are miserable rat rescuers

That dog let up and my cat got away
It let up because my hand
That cat felt hurt for a couple a more day
But it was alright
Some cats truly do
Have nine lives.

They like to eat it too
They’ll tell you about it
If they don’t get it
Never trust a cat.

But anyway, I keep it. What else am I going to do.
Got a whole lot of ‘em.

Oh, well, whaddayagonnado?

Birds and cats don’t get along
Nor do doctors and patients
The confuscators are out and about
But we don’t listen
Cuz we got some music goin on
And, well, its time to…

What if it were so simple as to be true. What if Pepsi taught the world to sing again. I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. I’d like to buy the world a coke and …
Or was that Pepsi. I always bought em, but now we know you shouldn’t drink all that sugar. So, whatddayagonnado?

New game show idea: Last Band to Pittsburgh.
Well, here we are again at the literary campsite. As you can see, nobody here is getting quite literary at the moment. Over there, look, its fargo kantrowitz. From Norway. Plays harp music all night and talks. Over there, Fargo kantrowitz, Burma, does snake charming music and Islamic Rock, look, over there, whose that? You guessed it, Fargo Kantrowitz, Istanbul. A poet and musician.

Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow!
Aaaaaggghhh!!! Get out!
Shit. And tomorrow I gotta pay that bill and Sunday I gotta…

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