hear ye
O Bustopher Jones! 'Tis a long life to always be longing for a vehicle of such prowess as thou. Thou art powerful, like Godzilla, yet soft and yielding like a meringue pie. A valiant heart, stalwart spirit and modified air intake are but mere symbols of thy fearful symmetry!
Chorus: A coat like burnished onyx and a deep-throated roar possessed he!
Yea, ...and verily thou were hated despite great qualities, and ignominious fiends plotted to maim and scar thy perfection. Ye were greviously injured on the 30th day of the eleventh month, your fate was writ upon the dewy ground in shattered glass and burned rubber.
Chorus: Oh Woe! Woe to Bustopher Jones! Noblest of steeds!
Thy autobody is broken, but thy spirit carries you across the macadam of this undeserving city! Like a great Hind, who struggles through the snowy wood despite the hunter's arrow, leaving a crimson trail, thou shalt continue throughout Calgary despite a mild drip of radiator fluid and the vicious taunts of those who can no longer see thy beauty.
Chorus: What justice can there be? What justice for one who once flew so high? Now brought so low? Bustopher Jones, once proper insurance procedures are established, we shall anoit thy wounds with all the balm in Gilead. There will once again be a twinkle in thy headlights...it has been sworn.
Chorus: A coat like burnished onyx and a deep-throated roar possessed he!
Yea, ...and verily thou were hated despite great qualities, and ignominious fiends plotted to maim and scar thy perfection. Ye were greviously injured on the 30th day of the eleventh month, your fate was writ upon the dewy ground in shattered glass and burned rubber.
Chorus: Oh Woe! Woe to Bustopher Jones! Noblest of steeds!
Thy autobody is broken, but thy spirit carries you across the macadam of this undeserving city! Like a great Hind, who struggles through the snowy wood despite the hunter's arrow, leaving a crimson trail, thou shalt continue throughout Calgary despite a mild drip of radiator fluid and the vicious taunts of those who can no longer see thy beauty.
Chorus: What justice can there be? What justice for one who once flew so high? Now brought so low? Bustopher Jones, once proper insurance procedures are established, we shall anoit thy wounds with all the balm in Gilead. There will once again be a twinkle in thy headlights...it has been sworn.
posted by Idoru at 12:51 AM
8 Comments:
fearful symmetry... oh my aren't we feeling blake-ish :`)
Meringue is not soft and yielding. It is unspeakably horrible. It has the consistency of glued-together sand, and I am pretty sure they make it with this process, filtering out the coffee.
i don't mean meringues, those horrible pastel disk like deals. I mean a meringue pie, like lemon meringue pie, with a properly whipped topping. If you don't think that is yielding, than I do not envy your pie experience. my simile stands.
why is this all about pie? my car is destroyed, people!!
You spent much to much time attending English class in high school, and not enough time out back flirting with marijuana and boys.
MMMMM, boys and Marijauna...
now tess, everyone knows that Rhianna need not deviate from her chosen path to flirt with boys, as they flock to her on account of her unwavering glory.
as for marijauna... meh.
:-P
"anonymous" refuses to use their 'real' alias because they're, obviously, addicted to crystal meth. I would be too embarresed to use my real name too, meth-head.
as for Crystal Meth... meh.
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