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09 October 2003 @ 08:52 pm
new Choji Moji song  
Karen: Hey, mis fourtine teller, whqat do you see in my future?
Emerelda: IIIIIII seeeeee a boyfriend in yeeeee futureoooo!
Karen: oh really? I don’t think so because…

Sings:

There’s a secret under my pillow.
It speaks to me in my dreams!
It tells me how I like to be held
And how my life should be….

In the wake of Arnold’s victory
The world looks kinda crazy to me.
People lie, and it makes me feel sad inside…
Where has the safety gone?
In the world wide contract of the united states of crazyness
Where is the Sanity clause?
That’s when I call on the help of my special friend…

I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT’S SHAPED LIKE A BEAVER!
I put it on my beaver, and they become friends.
I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT SHAKES AND IT SQUIRMS
It teached me what I can not learn from boys!

The bus takes me past, The radio shack
It mocks me with electoronic friends, that I don’t have.
It careens around the track, from here to tinamin’s square
I hate not looking back, of having affairs.
is the most impossible want (desire) of all.
Either twice it will be in my heart that we went together,
or somehow never at all.

What ever happened to predictability? The milkman? The paperboy? Evening tv? You miss your old, familiar friend, waiting just around the bend.
I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT’S SHAPED LIKE A BEAVER!
I put it on my beaver, and they become friends.
I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT SHAKES AND IT SQUIRMS
It teached me what I can not learn from boys!

Starry nights are spent wasted with the moon, drinking out the sorrows of my sex.
Last eastern fire-flies singing to me as I spread; Relaxing in the blankets of myself.
No man or woman, could touch me in this way.
Only an animal shaped Vibrator!

Esmerelda: Damn, nigga! Ye be smacking HOOOOOez!
And to be honest, ye needn’t be falling a little to let your lips loose

No biggie… your sweet sugah kiss is worth the wait :-) bitatchoz!


I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT’S SHAPED LIKE A BEAVER!
I put it on my beaver, and they become friends.
I HAVE A VIBRATOR, IT SHAKES AND IT SQUIRMS
It teached me what I can not learn from boys!
Huzzah for my toys!

I LOVE MY VIBRATOR!


I get wet wheen I go to the height street




There is a girl OMG She is so cute.
I am in love. I will now ask her name.
Oh! I will impress her by playing guitar for 4 hours straight.
And all the songs will sound the same.
Then I will sing the lyrics from contemporaty songs,
And say they would sound better as 80s songs.
 
 
Current Mood: creativecreative
Current Music: This new song. Bitachoez!
 
 
 
Genegdw on October 9th, 2003 09:54 pm (UTC)
Rappresentazione the Prognosis!
Cool lyrics, possibly more special but definately much more incomprehensible babelized...


One has requested in more inferior of the one than segretezza of that
There_s my choc-absorbent one. He transports, this one with the mines
my dream!

When it will be able to go, grippa the classified part,
because being cleared and this this cleared my life _ adapts and.
with, informs to him that that the one of the ways Victory of Arnold_s
and the internal part due to the consideration he period is internal
danger and I to the interior he the world, within which it badly
transforms it into of the alcohol he and and is the person in and
boarding school here, with in me the movements, ingualmente adapted
and he it is a circumstance here, of that one somebody of crazyness _
that the normal alcohol of the contract of the profile obstructs in
American the whole number of world?

The friend who I, special _ that
changes itself to it -, sailor of this, insiemi of migliaia sees that
this one with or Dob L demands the time, is the dog of the form to the
interior of That_si? IT_S! With they mien to sailor of migliaia of
this, exactly, of that inverted one in the friend.

The oscillator -
with the B and the internal part, it is the study of the B that is the
boy, of whom of me is social he who it fights teached hard, the
execution of the sweep-bus vibrates and one is interested here,
Idon_t, in the friend of the ways he radio-rescues electoronic of the
order the end of supôr that the horn is he you. With here of the
danger of track/truck to the interior he tinamin_s?

I, to the fact the
end to see in how much it does not hate the example in the morning and
of the end obtain finally internal of the reason you are you you give
the repair not here. Everything (desires are the impossible situation,
these desires), is he. Or acquittal and like 12, has the totality of
the attention generally we in the situation and, or, not without the
mine of the doubt, it is the center.

Not absorbed the part internal,
that one is I finishes, rappresentazione the prognosis, of that he he
the white man who they extension? Mungono the post office? Paperboy?
Television also? To the interior of him it is exact and the person of
the proximity, of that inspecções previous this that spills it, that
to circonvallazione you which if you are turned longitudinally, the
friend, who has familiarità, has to him is. - they are marine of
migliaia, who it sees the form with or the inner one of my oscillator?

IT_S! With they mien migliaia the sailor, of that, exactly, of that
inverted one in the friend. Oscillator - with B internal and piece he
it vibrates, to study of B that the boy is, of who of me is social he
that he it fights teached hard, if the model of my drink, that the
night of the sky, is used that it was the beginning of phu of the
decoration of the star in the useless wage, he leads, of that one,
this one moved. It stops down in me in the beginning of riprodurlo of
history, to the interior of my song is of the thing glowfly in the
happened one,; he considers a relevación, of that one extends.

he - for Esmerelda: Critic in nigga! An opening to begin
the fixed HOOOOOez Ye around, and to the person to the false modernity
of the attributed company one which that the liberations leave, _ this
place from which with his value of known the format of the wealth of
morbidezza it takes care, of that his does not clear sugah that is
with where the spirit of the end of the Earth leasehold of the opening
for the relative who is a danger of the place of the thing that she is
honest and yeneedn_t is considered,: -) the Bitatchoz! - they are
marine of migliaia, who it sees the form with or the inner one of my
oscillator?

IT_S! With they mien migliaia the sailor, of that,
exactly, of that inverted one in the friend. The oscillator - with the
B and the piece that internal is which vibrates, the study of the B
is, we, of those who the social boy of the fights of that teached is
strong, giocattolo of the mine of Huzzah, appreciates the end to
extract the oscillator - will stop above inside
Genegdw on October 9th, 2003 10:03 pm (UTC)
Sorry
That was supposed to be lj-cut, as not to be so obnoxiously large. Oops. How's the return to UCSC going?
Patrickmcpat on October 10th, 2003 11:21 am (UTC)
Sounds fun....
good times
K: Corsetranemagic on October 12th, 2003 01:16 am (UTC)
Now I Can Delete It From My Livejournal!
Elliot the panda

I’m going to an emo show

Story
Goes to an emo show in
But he gets lost on he way
And he goes through a emo time warp
And he comes out as a panda!
Then he goes to the emo show, and finds that he is a panda
And then the music stops as he walks through the door.
Everyone stops and stares.
But then he starts dancing, and playing the keyboard and then the guitar and then the drums, and the he wears a sweater. and the whole house gets hopping!
The panda power ballad!

He goes to sleep in his warm panda bed,
And dreams his sweat panda dreams.
And when he wakes up, he is back to normal.
And he listen to the get up kids.
And does his panda dance.

All hail our leader Arnold!























Eliot woke up and crawled out of bed
Pulled his emo shirt over his head
Approaches his low top converse
And pulls out a ticket to an emo show

Finds his car and gets out on the road
He has no friends because emo’s alone
The night sky is stary
An empty moon cast dark on his head

And then all of a sudden
His radio picked up an emo sound
And then a strange emo light appeared
From the sky’s darkened crown

The car began to swerve
And he smelled the smell of emo chedder
And then a depressing voice sings loud
Don’t forget to bring your sweater!!!

He can’t find parking at the emo show
He parks in a spot that’s marked for emo
His car looks sad and lonely
As he walks towards the front door

Eliot gives the girl his ticket
Her frightened frown made him feel sad
The show had already started
He stepped inside and stood in back

And then all of a sudden
The music stopped and people turned
They stared right at emo eliot
Their tears glistened as they learned

Eliot began sob quietly
He ran into the bathroom stall
As he emerged he looked in the mirrior
It was mounted on the emo wall

He stared at his sad reflecion
The mirrior’s image did conqurer
All across and Up and down his body
Was black and white PANDA FUR


His mind tracks back to the moment in the car
The emo voice the smell of cheese
He quickly made the connection
He’s now a PANDA by jeeves!!!

He steps out the bathroom backinto the show
He set his sights for the stage and stepped forward
The people stared as he stepped up
He grabbed the mic and guitar
He sang the song that he’d written
About how his lifes gone thisfar

The crowed listened in silence
As he cried out his tune
About his life as a panda
And thankfully not a racoon

All the crowd began to think bout it
And one handed him his sweater
The people instantly related
And his emoness made them better

Then he emoed out bout pandas
And how they are going extict
And lonely they are with such a small population
Every day is emo for a panda
Every day is emo for a
Hot hot hothot hothothotho
Panda!!!!