Wednesday, March 23, 2005

The Sultry Sounds of Smooth Jazz

Did you ever wonder, that time stops the bullet flood
Cascading through droplets of air
To end up as as smear on the wall
A lecture on the finer points of physics
You defy the gun: you end up dead
Translated into plain language for the masses
I'm not even sure where this is actually going.

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