2003-09-19 - 2:20 p.m.
the sty in my right eye told me to sleep more
the sty in my left eye told me to cry more
the sty in my right eye told me to wink more
the sty in my left eye told me to look twice at people winking at me, they may just have a sty
the sty in my right eye told me to be weary of the tears coming from the eye of a little fat boy in a lion costume
the sty in my left eye told me to keep a distace from boys who choose to dress in a Crisp! or Earthy! manner
the sty in my right eye told me that black eyes are sexy
the sty in my left eye told me to examine my attraction to boys with black eyes
the sty in my right eye told me that all my friends want to have sex with me
the sty in my left eye told me that all of my firends are having an orgy that I’m not invited to
the sty in my right eye told me to do, do, do
the sty in my left eye told me that its done, done, done
the sty in my right eye told me to marry myself
the sty in my left eye told me to marry the sad boy slumped at the diner
the sty in my right eye told me to go, dance, be free
the sty in my left eye told me about ass fuckin delicious abortions
the sty in my right eye told me to expect bagpipes along the road
the sty in my left eye told me to expect covert make-out sessions
the sty in my right eye told me that fame will come in the form of a Boy
the sty in my left eye told me that fame can make Liza’s feel left out
the sty in my right eye told me that more focus needs to be put on the toddler vote
the sty in my left eye told me that Snufolufogus would make a good running mate
the sty in my right eye told me that my crotch is a satisfying place to store my cigarettes
the sty in my left eye told me that bodies are a satisfying place to store food
the sty in my right eye told me I have a stain on my hoes
the sty in my left eye told me I need to get new running pumps
the sty in my right eye told me that mothers sometimes wear fireman’s helmets and wrestler’s belts
the sty in my left eye told me that jukeboxes are the best thing next to mothers
the sty in my right eye told me that rock stars with deformities are more charismatic
the sty in my left eye told me that I need to be more fuckable so I better go home and abort these pregnant eyelids
