can't stop thinkin about tomorrow, and today still sucks

come one come all your all invited to a special dining event hosted for all who know nothing or at least somthing about nothing (god knows it's hard enough to find someone like that around this blue sphere). step out two inches to the right of the left and twenty inches right of your sense of identity. ok there right there........stop look around........what do you see? do you see a crazy wooden, square, yellow and brown space floating in the breeze with a grin that would send a sinfull snere through the priest's mind? yeah I know. That's forty-seven inches from where your suposed to be at least if you want to get a good view of the right side of yesterday. Don't worry that's why I'm here to send you on a more constructive rought. NOw go to yes and tell it to move up and down to the rhythm of the night. Oh yeah the rhythm of the night. corona is the best on a lite stomache.