Thursday, April 24, 2008
The Never Ending Story of Greggers
So I'm home now, back in California! But your Gregory Murray experience does not need to end now. Tune in every tuesdays thursdays and fridays to experience the best Murray experience money can buy! Call 1-800-555-GMUR right now to recieve a free Greg Murray Chia Pet!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Stuff
So I think that in essence life is like a big little thing that everyone sees but never views. So basically what I'm trying to say is that things are good except for when they're bad and they sky will never fall until it does. Robots have brains but they are computer brains and nobody wants to mess with computer brains unless they like that kind of stuff, I guess. Would you like ice cream or pudding more if given the choice? Onetime I saw a squirrel. He was a happy squirrel. One time when I was a little boy it rained really hard. It rained so hard that the garage got a little bit flooded. I secretly hoped that it would keep on raining so that we would have a garage pool, but that never happened. Dreams are good things. I wish that I had more of them. Dreams are like windows to dream land. I went there once. Its right outside of London. Take exit 357 off of highway 7 east out of london. They have the best candy canes there.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Your Dreams are a Waste
Your Dreams are a Waste
Cramping up my Space
I look into your face
and I see a disgrace
Disgusted by your musing and the ire of your lips
I return to my study and I yearn for your kiss
A truth never spoken is a lie
And all men were born only to die
Hope never had a truer friend than me
All your cries can never climb the tree
The way is barren broken and torn
Your love will always be met with my scorn
Cramping up my Space
I look into your face
and I see a disgrace
Disgusted by your musing and the ire of your lips
I return to my study and I yearn for your kiss
A truth never spoken is a lie
And all men were born only to die
Hope never had a truer friend than me
All your cries can never climb the tree
The way is barren broken and torn
Your love will always be met with my scorn
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