Oh somebody please help me i have no friends aint got no cash aint got no
style aint got no girl to make me smile i'mm so lonely lonely out here in
the boondocks posting my soul away. My soul is hurting i am hurting, the
universe is hurting we are all so lonely and the wind howls around over
our heads, making icicles on our toes and screaming at jerks does not
help and painting pitchers does not help and drinking ok soda is not okay...
My legs are lost, my teeth hurt and my diaper is wet. I have a stylish
chain and my hair is curly golden in the moonlight, and all the ghosts
wave hello, and they are lonely too. The vacuum people fold their legs
under the frozen stars and the snow covers everything up, all gone,
goodbye Ozymandias, goodbye Shelley, goodbye cruel world, down the drain
I go, wasting away in a drain full of spaggheti-os and mush and sadness.
It is raining on the German plain, and the cars never stop, rushing by to
their early destinations without me, all floating away, lilting hungry on
the wind. I have no more cookies, and the milk is turning blue in the
refrigerator world. I am Sherwood's little eskimo, bereft of my sweet
Sherwood and lost in a Scandinavian tundra of wet walruses and fleeting
terns circling in the icy blue sky. Moby Dick is sunk beneath the pages,
and the moon is too high in the heavens ever to be reached. The waves go
swish, swish and the computer dies and oh, won't somebody just hold me...
-Stinky QPM
P.S. Alas, nothing. NO CARRIER