Tired of Being Ill
Jun. 23rd, 2008 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ltmurnauOkay, I have been coughing up Radioactive Lung Butter* for almost a week now and am officially Getting Tired Of It. I spent the whole weekend either sleeping or doing next to nothing, and the damn'd Affliction sits in me yet.
Damn New York anyway, pit of expensive filth and microbes -
New York's Alright If You Like Saxophones
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
New York's alright if you wanna be pushed in front of the subway!
New York's alright if you like tuberculosis!
New York's alright if you like art and jazz!
New York's alright if you're a homosexual!
New york's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
New York's alright if you like drunks in your doorway!
New York's alright if you wanna freeze to death!
New York's alright if you wanna get mugged or murdered!
New York's alright if you like saxophones!
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
[Thanks to FEAR]
Also, officially Bummed Out that George Carlin died. Heart failure; he'd had problems for a while. He died quickly, and just last week he was doing shows in Vegas. I think this is the way he would have liked to go out. So now he's up in Heaven with God having either a really good belly laugh, or a very awkward silence...though I don't see George Carlin ever being at a loss for words.
All the good names and minds are dying out, though we still have Lewis Black as long as he doesn't pop something really vital.
* [I mean it; this stuff is Red 233, Green 248, Blue 124, Hue 45, Sat 213 and Lum 186. RGB 223-223-272 in the mornings. Really, like ICK.]
[Edit: RADIOACTIVE LUNG BUTTER. Not quite the shade, more luminous, but you get the idea.]
Damn New York anyway, pit of expensive filth and microbes -
New York's Alright If You Like Saxophones
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
New York's alright if you wanna be pushed in front of the subway!
New York's alright if you like tuberculosis!
New York's alright if you like art and jazz!
New York's alright if you're a homosexual!
New york's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
New York's alright if you like drunks in your doorway!
New York's alright if you wanna freeze to death!
New York's alright if you wanna get mugged or murdered!
New York's alright if you like saxophones!
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
New York's alright,
if you like saxophones!
[Thanks to FEAR]
Also, officially Bummed Out that George Carlin died. Heart failure; he'd had problems for a while. He died quickly, and just last week he was doing shows in Vegas. I think this is the way he would have liked to go out. So now he's up in Heaven with God having either a really good belly laugh, or a very awkward silence...though I don't see George Carlin ever being at a loss for words.
All the good names and minds are dying out, though we still have Lewis Black as long as he doesn't pop something really vital.
* [I mean it; this stuff is Red 233, Green 248, Blue 124, Hue 45, Sat 213 and Lum 186. RGB 223-223-272 in the mornings. Really, like ICK.]
[Edit: RADIOACTIVE LUNG BUTTER. Not quite the shade, more luminous, but you get the idea.]
