from Beets - Monday, July 14, 2003
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Yes, I know its not english, but hey, who needs language anyway? ;)
One day as I walked through the hands of time,
I began to think without my mind.
I thought of all I could not of,
Until my mind was maldrenoved.
I've lived a thousand lives,
and never died a death.
But still the Chaitlings sang their twills,
Without slight controlef.
Through the hands of time I walked,
And still I found no legs.
Perhaps they've been stolen by the evil carbonzeds.
I think I'll never know,
Or perhaps I already do.
For maybe it was I who stole them,
Or maybe it was you.