Now, can I send you guys the picture of my great collection of Nothing? I separated my Nothingness in different keys, and then by brand. I could also send you a picture of myself playing Nothing, but that would be kinda boring.
Pierce and the Fugs in one post! I'm nothing if not impressed. But America's greatest logician? Not quite, IMO, but I don't think this is the place to persue that one.
Now Jim, how about the words to 'Dirty Old Man'. And who might we link that one to? Nothing to add.
You guys have way too much of "nothing". By
that I mean way to much free time. Which, I guess is really "something" ! I'd give most "anything" to
have more of that kind of "nothing".
I have a large hole in my backyard
which I'm willing to give
to anybody who will bring
a truck to transport it.
I hope you will be polite
enough to say: 'Thanks for nothing!'
Mike, I'm retired, but I work
very hard writing stuff--but thank heaven
now I can stop when I please!
Also I can work nekkid.
On 2003-01-21 13:13, Kelhorn Mike wrote:
You guys have way too much of "nothing". By
that I mean way to much free time. Which, I guess is really "something" ! I'd give most "anything" to
have more of that kind of "nothing".
An envioius working man.............
Mike, did you see my Susato straight-blade tweak? I posted some pictures, too. I'd me interested to hear if you have experimented with different blades/blade shapes at Susato.
I would walk home every evening
Through the pyramids of light
I would feed myself on silence
Wash it down with empty nights
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Now I walk home every evening
And my feet are quick to move
Cause I know my destination
Is a warm and waiting you
From our first communication
It was clear
Any thought of moderation
Would soon disappear
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
when I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
You can all boast about how great a collection of nothing you have. At least I have nothing of quality. In fact, I have nothing of the sort not made by Davy Spillane.
On 2003-01-21 14:14, TubeDude wrote:
I would walk home every evening
Through the pyramids of light
I would feed myself on silence
Wash it down with empty nights
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Now I walk home every evening
And my feet are quick to move
Cause I know my destination
Is a warm and waiting you
From our first communication
It was clear
Any thought of moderation
Would soon disappear
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
when I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, it's so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
This would be from the group Heart, I think their self titled CD, song....4? 5?
Bloomfield thinks he invented selling nothing. Not so, back in the 1930s when Texans drilled for oil and got nothing, they'd pull the hole back up, cut it into six foot lengths and sell it for postholes for barbed wire fences.