"Underneath the bridge,
The tarp has sprung a leak,
And, the animals I've trapped,
Have all become my pets.
And I'm living off of grass,
And the drippings from the ceiling.
But it's ok to eat fish,
Cause they don't have any feelings."
-- Nirvana, "Something In The Way"
I guess I'm out of the running for that whole Pope thing. Shit, I had such high hopes. Oh well. That guy looks like he's about hip deep in the grave and just needs to lie back a bit. Perhaps I'll get another shot at becoming the Holy Father. One can only hope.
The Lord giveth, and he taketh away my mind.
The tarp has sprung a leak,
And, the animals I've trapped,
Have all become my pets.
And I'm living off of grass,
And the drippings from the ceiling.
But it's ok to eat fish,
Cause they don't have any feelings."
-- Nirvana, "Something In The Way"
I guess I'm out of the running for that whole Pope thing. Shit, I had such high hopes. Oh well. That guy looks like he's about hip deep in the grave and just needs to lie back a bit. Perhaps I'll get another shot at becoming the Holy Father. One can only hope.
The Lord giveth, and he taketh away my mind.