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i wonder if that happens every time?

if you die in canada, you die in real life!

Created on 2007-04-01 18:00:39 (#12626409), last updated 2009-01-19

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Name:arkleseizure17
Birthdate:11-09
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I'm one weird dude, so I'm just going to list off vaguely connected phrases that might help you understand me.

yellow pigs
enya and they might be giants go back to back in my playlist
i win a prize!
theory is nifty
i can program with the best, but it's not what i really want to do in the end
i want to be a teacher of some kind.
tom lehrer is simply teh shit.
i don't want it to be useful, for heaven's sake! i want it to be fun!


And so my child and I came to this place / To meet him eye to eye and face to face / He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced / We never knew what friends we had / Until we came to Leningrad

Particle Man, Particle Man, doing the things a particle can / What's he like, it's not important / Particle Man

I'm not much of a natural dancer / But I've got a friend who's a natural dancer / You could call her a jumping bean / She's got ants in her pants and she's gonna dance

They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas / a gigantic nuclear furnace / where hydrogen is built into helium / at a temperature of millions of degrees

Throw the crib door wide / Let the people crawl inside / Someone in this town / is trying to burn the playhouse down / They want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around / But everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around

If I were a carpenter / I'd hammer on my piglet/ collect the seven dollars / and I'd buy a big prosthetic forehead / and wear it on my real head

Did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket / And was everybody dancing on the casket? / Now it's over, I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want / Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do...

My life goes on in endless song above earth's lamentation / I hear the real, though far-off hymn that hails a new creation / Through all the tumult and the strife I hear its music ringing / It sounds an echo in my soul / How can I keep from singing?

Why did you grow a beard / Why did you grow a beard / I can't leave you alone for *five minutes* / What the Christ? What the Devil? / Why did you grow a beard

I am cow, hear me moo / I weigh twice as much as you / And I look good on the barbecue

They see me mowin' my front lawn / I know they're all thinking I'm so white and nerdy / Think I'm just too white and nerdy / Think I'm just too white and nerdy / Can't you see I'm white and nerdy / Look at me, I'm white and nerdy / I wanna roll with the gangstas / But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdy / Think I'm just too white and nerdy / Think I'm just too white and nerdy

There's no killer app I haven't run / At Pascal, well I'm number one / Do vector calculus just for fun / Ain't got a gat but I've got a soldering gun

There's a picture opposite me / Of my primitive ancestry / which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck-free / Though I respect that a lot / I'd be fired if that were my job / After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch / Who watches over you / Make a little birdhouse in your soul / Not to put too fine a point on it / Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet / Make a little birdhouse in your soul

A man came up to me and said / I'd like to change your mind / By hitting it with a rock, he said, / Though I am not unkind / We laughed at his little joke / And then I happily walked away / And hit my head on the wall of the jail / Where the two of us live today

I like to play the drums / I think I'm getting good / But I can handle criticism / I'll show you what I know, / And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums

I'm a political pris'ner / Trapped in a windowless cage / 'Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips / By killing five men in a rage / I told the judge when he sentenced me / This is my finest hour / I'd kill those farmers again / Just to save one more cauliflower

Ever close your eyes / ever stop and listen / ever feel alive / and you've nothing missing / you don't need a reason / let the day go on and on

She turns to me sometimes and she asks me what I'm dreaming / And I realize I must have gone a million miles away / And I ask her how she knew to reach out for me at that moment / And she smiles because it's understood there are no words to say

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop / You know the place / well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy / Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning / My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
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