angel_food_for_thought Mahayana knitting I'm knitting myself a hat and I'm sewing up a head to wear it on, and I'll never be this lonely again. I'm making myself some mittens, and I'm stitching my fingers together to keep them warm inside, and I'll never think about it, and I'll never touch myself again. I'm knitting myself a sweater to cover the body I'm wearing and the sweater will hang to my knees and my hair will grow to the floor, and I'll never go outside again. clothes yes, the clothes make the man. but the woman makes the clothes. so what does that make the woman? Barbie Don’t throw your Barbie dolls in the ocean There are more important things for them to do Don’t throw your Barbie dolls in the ocean They’re going to come back to manipulate you. Barbie lives in a plastic apartment with her own elevator and a phone Barbie’s got a boyfriend with a suntan and whenever Ken phones Barbie, she’s home. Malibu beach parties, how come I can never go? Barbie, you’ve got it all together How come you always know what to do? Barbie, you’ve got it all together I wanna come and live with you. Well I’m older now, but I still think of Barbie I’ve got my own brown boyfriend, Ken But my little room is pretty far from Barbie’s dream home, And plastic dolls can’t make calls so Ken never phones. Malibu beach parties, how come I still can never go? Barbie, you had it all together How come you always knew what to do? Barbie, you had it all together I wanted to live with you. And I still want to live like you. Barbie, Barbie. Deep Sixin’ I'm going deep sixin with a sixpack Going downtown to MEET MY BROTHER, gonna go deep sixin with a sixpack. I got my lungs in my hand, and my smokes on the stairs, and face in the subway train of DOOM, and I'm going deep sixin, going deep. Going downtown with my heart in a bag Shell in my boot and hell in my head and I’m going sixin’, going deep. I'm getting rolled and mugged alone, they took my heart and stole my lungs, and left me lying without the bag or the smokes or anything. But they can't take my sixpack away, no. Lying wheezing concrete flesh and flash of drone of scream of sorry I'm deep sixin now baby, I'm deep sixin now With my sixpack safe deep inside. Yes, my sixpack's safe, deep inside. [meryn cadell] :: angel food for thought 020224 what's it to you? who go blather from