The magickal dance rituals were enacted on the fecund wet lawn of mental illness. Here are the lyrics to the anthem:
THE PRISONER
I was mad and was accepted for treatment at a hospital for the mentally sick
I was wild and introvert wandering alone in the night
I would scream and rage should someone disturb my peace
So they took me away and they put me here alone in my silent privacy
Then they gave me shock treatment
And when I awoke I was numb and remembering nothing
Probe me mold me reassemble my brain my brain
Schizoid paranoid just terms just names just names
Why can't you leave me don't drive me insane
Your minds analyze me, your eyes penetrate me
Illusions, confusions, I'm frightened, I'm helpless
Please leave me I long to be free
I long to be free
I lie alone unable to remember
No face no name no eyes my brain just an ember
Kindle me protect my barren matter
Whose seeds may propagate yet still may shatter
They have emptied my head of its dreaming
Like paper out of a waste bin
And I yearn to be yearn to be yearn to be yearn to be free
Cold is the climate dark is the atomic night
Searching and hoping guarding my mind from your sight
Your evil eyes watch me your evil hands touch me they're cold
I can stand prison but even my conscious you hold
Let me be
Set me free
Yea
Oh...
Probe me mould me reassemble my brain my brain
Schizoid paranoid just terms just names just names
Why can't you leave me don't drive me insane insane insane insane insane....
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Kindle me protect my barren matter ok MM?
Astounding dance song, ASStounding weekend. Next time we go out in the city we will be armed with badminton racquets as team DoctorCrusher, that way we can win whereever we go.
The comus dancing was the highlight mm. The knee bruises were worth it, totally. I agree with Corns, assstounding weekend.
All bruises = worth it. I wish someone had a video of the Comus dance. Not to mention the PD/Ham mating dance. And the Ham solo. So many good moments.
couvades to everyone, down to the earthenware tips. don't forget fb's umbrella dance. i wish my camera battery hadn't died. the pd/hammy mating dance was so cute.
Couvades comrades! My computer is running amok this morn. making it difficult to carezza my ether friends.
Three cheers for MM, Uncle Fritz, and Timmy!!! Thank you for your goodness--inside and out.
Hamsolo is a dance warrior who will liberate us from the confines of this unbearable world. I love you Hams!
So much funz was had this weekend that functioning in this city is harsh today.
Dubz and Co., I wish you were with us longer.
next time dubz and co. need to cut the red tape and diss the corporate structure sooner. missing nite 1 was unforgivable.
Thank you mm and uf for a wonderful weekend!!! We are both sore and happy.
oh MM!!! hearts to you and uncle fritz. I am ready to play badminton each and every day! Thank you both for your hospitalidad. Muchas gracias forever.
what a lovetastic weekend. My groin is pulled, my legs have nipples, and my hair is moisturized with swamp moss. Thank you MM, and uncle fritz!
one deal, somehow all my photos got deleted (sad ) we must organize a photo exchange!
You lovely bunch of people. I am moist in the eyes thinking of how lucky I am to have you in my rabid life. You were all so fun-loving, retarded and super helpful with the mass cookery. My nipples have legs, just saying. Lupis that is tragic about your photo loss!!!! Please make sure you see dubz's blog for the initial photo offerings. You were named best boy spazzer by Corny. Not too shabby.
ps - Krix, are you ok in your Christmas Depression? I am worried.
They say pain is the best teacher so I guess I been schooled. but why are my arms sore? MM and HFP, we had a great weekend, your hoasting is top drawer.
Unfortunately we are bringing a suit against you for my fall on your slippery and uneven lawn. You may want to consult your laywer about "premises liability" laws. Sorry if we win your house in the settelment I promis to invite you up.
Sorry.
corny, my arms are sore too. very sore indeed. multiple question marks. was it from the boggle?
It must of been the boggle.
I have sore arms from misspelling so many words so quickly and you have sore arms for making them up so quickly. Kidding, you're a champ. Maybe you could make some moolaha on the Boggle circut?
I am sorry for your injuries. Please note that I am hampered seriously as well. No bending over. Nope. None.
Maybe the sore arms are from swimming? Is that possible? Otherwise did we really flail that intensely? Maybe it's from cutting meat.
My Christmas Depression has lifted MM but now I am worried about Cinema (see Christmas Depression.)
Just when I thought the Norf*ckingeasters couldn't get any cuter...
lol Krixy, corezza to you!
mm, I had so much fun Friday night, I'm warming my paws in the glow of the memories... mm I am SO sorry we had to leave, words cannot express, oh the fucking HUMANITY. I really wanted to blow alla your minds with my french toast moves! promise we'll do it again? please? huh?
I am sore from Boogle too. I also got rid of the grass in my bathing suit region today. It took hours and it hurt something awful.
PD, you didn't use a Weed Wacker®, did you? 'cuz that can get ugly...
peeds I had to get an ingrown piece of grass lanced today. Really. The dermatologist/horticulturist's office was moldy but she fixed me up good.
ingrown grass really smarts.
I know. too much sharing. i'm leaving now.
Overshare is the norf*ckingeaster way. It is the light.
speaking of which, next time we MUST have the t-shirts ready for deployment.
Good thinking. I want a t-shirt that says
ingrown grass really smarts.
Corns, I must get that doc's number! We are smarts...the Norf*ckingeasters! We can take anything.
MM, I am missing you.
me too ems. I thought spiders were crawling up my arms, but it's just the MM jones.
Please believe me when I tell you the feeling is mutual. Even Stan Liebowitz cannot give me the fellowship I desire.
stan doesn't know what a real man needs, that's why.
Stan refuses to kindle my earthenware tips, is the main problem with Stan, Dubz. I cannot abide by the insolense and lack of consideration he shows. I get no kudos, no congratulatory hand job.
stan also suffers from mental illness, no? So he has trouble administering a hand job to himself.
Stan's self-administered hand jobs are always congratulatory, so I hear.
Sort of like shaking his own hand for a job well done.
these photos are hillarious. I think I made soup in my trousers laughing so hard at them. All of you insane people are great.
fart soup?
dubz, we call that "sparkling soup." Fizzy.
such elaborate idiocy
we like to think of it more as baroque lunacy, or intricate tomfoolery. I am tatting my dunce cap right now.
Oh MM, the private dancer of the woods, I miss you.
Arthur, I too am still smarting in many places from the woods frenzy. We finally finished off those delicious meats the other day too......yum. Next year we have camp for longer. Say yes. UF won't mind, I force him.
Hams, I miss you too. I am private dancing only in my mind now, the limbs have stopped their insanity flail...until the next horseplay festival.
Hey MM,
are you going to be around the city on, say, the night of Aug 23rd? The Mrs. and I are passing thru and I'm trying to alert the people for some possible funs. Gree C. will be involved, too, and hopefully Gaylord, and it sounds like pd, too.
what do you mean "sounds like?" of course i'm there!!
<<****pee*****>>
<<*****to*****<<
>>****the*****>>
>>****dee****>>
~~~~~~~wubz))))((((())))(((()))))
i am dancing in the comment box
Capt'n definitely I will be there. For I must. So I will.
I am going to dance in the comment box too but I don't know how. Will Dubz give me lessons is what I wonder. I will pay her in sockfulls of dimes.
<<--**this is**-->>
****how it's done****
<<<<****hello?****>>>>
hi mm, i miss you!
Hi FBeebee. I miss you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Donuts are accumulating on the edge of the lawn again. I behold them with a mouth full of vigor. I have a question which is why is painting so hard. Motherscratcher. I am expecting too much from these stinkers maybe. I really miss you. Today is scorchy.
Hi ems! Are you managing to stay cool? I suggest getting a big bowl of vanilla ice cream and sitting in it. With no pants.
oops, I have to take that back. It's all melted into soup now and not so nice anymore. And here come the ants.
Dear MM:
Hell hath unleashed her furies..according to Kitty and US. Both are flattened by the heat. Mind you, by now they are likely in the bedroom in front of the window shaker... which allowed us to sleep last night.
Sounds like you guys had quite a weekend..And did I mention that I love donuts? And bluffing at poker?Know that you want a rematch...
Might we see you at the beach in the near future..bobbing through the waves, dodging the jelly fish?
miss you AND donuts, MM
i miss you too emz. but i can't say i miss donuts. hoping to get away from them actually.
But you likey my kruller, right?
was that your kruller, mcLove of my Life? i thought i fell on a baby carrot.
I am licking a wilted gerkin and pretend it's yours McFarland. I miss you.
MM, the answer to your question why is painting so hard is because it's a muthafucka. But I love you and life is a barren wasteland without you in my daily bread, ok? So take that job and shove it.
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