(Blame Mr. P for this. Some tinkering.)

My style is abstract like a manifesto
Intellectual, clocking property like Festo
versus Shoketsu, there's no need to fess to
the authorities, cause every day I make more of these:
Verses, connections, pages, and Andrew Jacksons.
I think you need to step back, son
and rethink, like Simply Red's hairdresser:
I walk the streets bumping Flipper and Large Professor
On old beat-up cassette tapes
Twitchy man, world dominating like Bill Gates

hey, it would be super cool if i would write something, eh?

how's this? what i like about queer eye for the straight guy is that every week i still want to watch the opening sequence. it's so tacky! love it!

do you think i need a guest blogger for the dog days of summer? i am still trying to clean out my place and plainsman is off moving about. also, as i realized this morning, i signed up for the mpre this friday. perhaps i should study for it.

it feels like someone turned on the disgustotron outside. the weather is really gross, and it's expected to be this way all week long. i don't really feel like doing anything, including working and/or blogging. i think laziness is in order.