It's raining cats and dogs,
birds and mice,
raccoons and porcupines,
any animals you might imagine,
they're just comin down out there.
You crazy, crazy weather!
What are you thinkin?
Pourin out your big old heart
right on top of our heads.
I sure appreciate the moisture,
but damn!
It's just like buckets of rain.
How does that one thing go...
when it rains, it pours.
Word!
My brother would say,
when it happens, it HAPPENS.
Ahh, but at least I'm calm.
I worked today, I work tomorrow,
but then comes dear old sunday morning.
And I'll rest my tired bones
and I'll let my weary head unwind.
Maybe I'll see Amanda.
You never know what'll happen.
but as my brother would say,
when it happens, it HAPPENS.
and it won't happen
till it's happenin.
That's what I say.
Man dude, I just want to meet someone new.
I want a girl who'll push me
and pull me,
a girl who will challenge me
and change me.
I want a girl with a short skirt
and a loooooooooooonngg jacket.
She'll be comin around the mountain
when she comes.
So I'll keep my eyes peeled to the west.
I want a girl who will write me letters.
I want a girl who will sing harmony with me.
I want a girl who will play ocarina solos
over my chord progressions.
She will have eyes like the leopard
and hair like the panther,
and teeth like the smiling tiger.
And she will pounce on me,
and she will pin me.
Just like Nala in the Lion King.
And together, we will roar atop Pride Rock.
And the blue faced monkey will declare,
"the King... has returned."
Ahh, just a phantastic joke.
I want her to be just as strong,
if not stronger than I.
I want her to look at me fiercely.
I want her to feel rage and love
and joy and sorrow and pain and pleasure.
I want her to laugh when I slip in a puddle,
and fall and get my ass wet.
I want her to laugh as she takes my hand
and helps me up.
And I want to look in her eyes
and laugh as well.
Because that would be hilarious.
Especially if it were in front of strangers.
I want her to say clever things
and devise cunning plans.
I want her to imagine
such grand schemes.
And I want her to laugh
at her own boldness.
She will have eyes full
of wonder and wisdom.
And she will smell
like cinnamon roses.
She will walk
like an egyptian.
And she will talk
like an old soul song.
Man, she is just beautiful ideas.
She is funny though,
this is true.
She is gorgeous also.
She is happy with herself.
She loves herself.
And she loves to be alive.
And she would not trade life
for any other thing.
She would say, finders keepers,
and laugh, because she wonders
if that actually makes sense.
I'll find her.
Sooner or later.
In this place or that.
Till then I'll just
go about my business.
Now my mom is home,
and I can't think,
because she's buzzing
around.
Whateva.
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