| (I'm no) Microwave Chef By: me reality shows you're a dinosaur, I have no face yeah I�m a dinosaur born in a wrong time in a wrong place things were so much simpler yesteryear when a button and a click wasn't around zapping into a modern passage of ease. turning dials & excess frowned. but now I'm lost and confused but you didn't say anything I didn't know it's hard to recognize you my time is up, I gotta go I'll catch you later. I'm no microwave chef I ain't no microwave chef locked in a paramounted drought I'm paranoidly group awared I'm seeing and hearing things that don't even exist blinding paranoia flared outside in the distant darkness, is a semi's wheels howling on concrete ground with loot carrying on hopped up on pills and chemicals drudging going to a place, we'll never know. carried along in my mind and discreted contingencies my ways have excluded me from the parliaments of ecstasies. I get along, the only way I know. I'm no microwave chef I ain't no microwave chef the insignificance, of it all I'm paranoidly inclined Then one day I wake up in Texas flowing all around I know nothing of anything or of the ground. I'm a howling monkey in a whore house I can't get it all along. I'm just a jester oozing in the town END |
| 9/27/05 |