Thursday, April 1, 2010

You don't need to tint your Civic's windows. You have nothing I want!

Let's call this one, "Hearing What He Wants To Hear." See, I grew up around certain adult-type people who felt that some music and musicians were just, well, pure evil. To this day, I think back to how concerned these adult-types were that I not be swayed by the crazy/hedonistic/anti-Christian lyrics and fall into the hands of a never-ending pit of sin. I swear they could read Satanism into a Mr. Rogers song. But hey, couldn't we all?Don't you love Film Noir? Because I know I do!
This one's a little aged, and it'll take you like five minutes to read it... and it's not "ha ha" funny. I still really like the writing and am fully convinced that I'm a genius!
Clem Goes To The Opera
Again, this one's a bit old but, like I said, I'm brilliant.
Girlfriend always wanted to be my muse.