i'll tell you what i want

what i really really want.


wow. deep fucking lyrics. i'm sure beethoven is twisted into a jealous frenzy up in heaven...

mind you, i shouldn't be so ooky about it (ooky. new word.), considering i believe that Carlo Luigi De Masi in song form is Werewolves of London, by Warren Zevon.

maybe i shouldn't pontificate quite so enthusiastically. nah, i don't really care either way, thusly ensuring that my time-capsule state-of-mind depot, or blog, remains more amusing to me later on.

oh, hey, Carlo, make sure you enjoy the hell out of this week. fall glory (well, late summer glory--it's still too warm), and a nice birthday party friday night.