Problem? did some one say there was a problem

[stilltrucking]

the problem is the problem,
if there was no problem this would probably be a problem.
so since there is no problem this could not possibly be a problem. could it?
the problem is the pigram and the prophet
and I have taken every wrong direction
because some of us are still out here
with no arrows of directions to guide our feet
no angels to keep us from the heat
do you want to be a polyester bride?
and I like bigt Butts

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spontaneous with cut and paste

summer music

Quote:
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture


Another sale for the solipsizer of women
Ka-Ching
Up popped her face
I thought she was barely eighteen
I said something about her youth
She was a lttle perturbed
"Oh a college senior" I said trying to look chagrined by my mistake
She worked in the consession stand in back of the projection booth I still got that collection of songs she gave me.
Bigg Butts
Poly Ester Bride
All Along The Watch Tower...
The night I got fired she did not want me to go
as if I had a choice, but it felt good to know she cared.
For some reason when we worked together at the counter of the conssessions stand I don't think we ever bumped into each other, we seemed to get around with touching. But there was a sixteen year old that could not seem to get by with pressing her breasts against my back, everyone thought it was funny but me.

The Job
I thought the guy was conning me
a job in a drive in movie as projectionist.
I didn't know one end of a projector from another
Spent a couple happy months there
The little projection booth on the back of the concession stand.
A big tripple platter system
two miles of film, nightmare visions of being...
up to my ass in film, so many got dam pulleys film running up out of the platers up more pulleys, then over the top and down into the projector out of the projector down to the floor on more pulleys, back up the another platter. a spider web of film, dark little room, we standing at my little window watching the movie. kids wander by, then later empy lot and me alone in the booth putting it all back in cans. five six am early light on cool mountain mornings
almost heaven.

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