Thingie: Hello, Instrument. How are you?

Instrument: I'm in tune with the universe.

Thingie: I could be something, someday.

Instrument: I can be strummed, beaten or tickled.

Thingie: I am That Which Cannot Be Named....

it's too late
my limbido is now attached to goodnewsfortheinsane.
i proved it with public humiliation.

i'm on the verge of true boredom.
quick
make me love
something

Here's your Blondie cover:

"(I'm Always Touched) By Your Presence Dear"

Was it destiny
I don't know yet
Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear
Now I'm always touched by your presence dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense (it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defence
When you sent your messages whispered loud and clear
I am always touched by your presence dear
Floating past the evidence of possibilities
We could navigate together, psychic frequencies
Coming into contact with outer entities
We could entertain each one with our theosophies

Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear, dear, dear, dear, dear

is that your request because i was gonna go for sunday girl

queen of hearts is good but i may still go for "kitten"

"Sunday Girl" is good, too. As is "Fade Away & Radiate".

ha, i wish i was ready to do this one on the radio

sorry, kids, i got almost nothing
my itunes are all mucked up

i can't find any of my originals
i officially am peeved with the internet

"sing it, boys"
for the music milling boys

now that's frightfully embarassing

but, hey, free for you
and custom made