Thursday, December 11, 2003

Cash

On the lookout when it's raining cats.On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
J. Cash

And err... Thursdays are...err... special too... but nobody notices because of the work thingy.
Except possibly Matt Stuart.