Smeghead!

This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on March 21, 2003). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

Its cold outside,
There’s no kind of atmosphere,
I’m all alone, more or less.
Let me fly far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun,
in the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie,
Shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh mango juice,
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun,
in the sun, sun, sun,

Fun, fun, fun,
in the sun, sun, sun.