pulled there. pushed here.
I don’t want anymore airports
with the lady that takes my coins
or tracking sandwiches and notebooks
that went both and different directions
‘cause those coins can buy more beer
while Estonian pop plays
and those sandwiches could be finished
while walking past notes.
and that notebook could hold my pictures that I took
when you weren’t looking
see, we could fit it all in one bag
which could take some getting used to
but it’s okay,
‘cause I don’t have much
although it feels like I do.
Okay you’ve earned your beer for the day, off to the pub with ya (and you’d better...
June 19th, 2009 at 14:48
you have so much….[more than you know]
and i think leo and mary ann would agree
June 20th, 2009 at 03:11
Which cereal is it, exactly, that gives me the Agent Tokyo secret decoder ring that lets me understand this post?
‘Cause I’ll buy it. I will.
June 20th, 2009 at 05:55
Frank, I believe that’d be Ovaltine. I tried mine but before I could find the answer, it started smoking and then burst into flames; ouch! So that didn’t work.
Next I’ll be trying hallucinogens… maybe a little of that yoghurt Aric had in India???
June 21st, 2009 at 07:18
I think (I hope) it means that Aric is happy:)
June 26th, 2009 at 06:53
ha.
I am.
Frank and Steve need to drink their malted milk.
June 26th, 2009 at 11:59
Frank, we must be sure to drink our Ovaltine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdA__2tKoIU