| | i recommend that you....
listen to: the acid house kings (album: sing along with the acid house kings)
read: the melancholy death of oyster boy (by tim burton)
sleep: in the middle of the day
play: air guitar in the mirror
rock: out in the car.
dance: in parking lots.
and now...for a exerpt of the melacholy death of oyster boy, a peom entitled "robot boy":
mr. and mrs. smith had a wonderful life.
they were a normal, ahppy husband and wife.
one day they got news that made mr. smith glad.
mrs. smith would be a mom,
which would make him the dad!
but something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
it wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
he wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
there were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
he just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.
the only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
mr. smith yelled at the doctor,
"what have you done to my boy?
he's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
the doctor said gently,
"what i'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you're not the father
of this strange-looking child.
you see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
the smiths' lives were no filled
with misery and strife.
mrs. smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
he never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
and robot boy
grew to be a young man.
though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.
the end.
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