Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Tuesday - Armpit of the Week



OK folks - I'm sitting here. I'm trying to come up with an analogy. Even as an expert communicator, I'm having a hard time trying to convey what's happening other than simply having to laugh.

I guess the only way to genuinely express the situation is with a song. I'm not able to secure the rights, but imagine in your musical mind the score of Picasso's Cousin's epic song: Mournings Tempest.

I call this: Impetus

Blowing further down I can see no one else
Making those decisions - split decisions - indecisions
Blowing further down I can hear no one else
Making those excuses - miscuses - any scuses

Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Life is still worth
Less it's not
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Traveling doesn't mean
Moving away.

Hurling through space I can see no one else.
Making those decisions - split decisions - indecisions
Hurling through space I can hear no one else.
Making those excuses - miscuses - any cuses
Hurling through space I can be no one else.
Sending that love - that love - that love

Sipping on a bottle - making slurp slurp slurp
Hiding in a bottle - covered in a paper bag
Breaking that bottle - smashing it against the wall
Having everything and having nothing at all.

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I think that this covers it wholly. I do not think any more words can describe it more clear - than you having to experience it yourself. So until tomorrow: Drink Milk - Laugh Out loud - and Tip Your Waitress.

4 comments:

DangGina said...

whose armpit is that?

and i think tuesday is MUCH better than monday...

Eskimo Bob said...

That is Sasha's armpit.

Tuesday needs a fan somewhere.

Steven M. Adami said...

That photo is ripe for Photoshop.

Eskimo Bob said...

Yea - I just Googled armpit and this is what came up. I think it's real. I've seen chicks with armpit hair like that - ewww. Not Amber -