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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Dec 16th, 2008, 11:32 PM
Actually, my violin instructor insisted that my brother and I attend a fiddling session along with his other students where we had to memorize, at 10:00 at night, goofy fiddling songs from memory (as the teacher did not like to use sheet music). One of the lyrics of the song we learned was "I wish I was a mole in the ground/ If I was a mole, I'd dig a great big hole/ I wish I was a mole in the ground". Another lyric was about wishing to be a lizard in the spring. I was so desperate to get out of there, I didn't notice my gloves were gone until I was in the car and we were leaving.
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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