I hear the rat-a-tat-tatt of the universal rhythm. I dance. I sing. I rap.
A twenty-four hour cosmic conversation spanning the whole spectrum of imagination
Monday, October 29, 2007
I use my tricks, my bag of kicks In the most unusual way Something about the way I am
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.