I'm the man (I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man) I'm the man who gave you the hula hoop. I'm the man (I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man) I'm the man who gave you the nhkrdt.
I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number. I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles.
a fat pale manchild of confused parents who watch too much Fox News and other bad stuff on satellite - I on the other hand enjoy shit like jingo and tbogg
A skeleton bone, a watcher.
ReplyDeleteAn accounter of shipwrecks and their manifests.
A thing-elsewhere.
And that's so, and why do you ask?
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker.
ReplyDeleteI'm merely a man, of course!
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I am the unanticipated reflection of your unknown self.
ReplyDeletedrhwynl-paging Dr. Hwynl, paging Dr. Hywnl...
I am the pro from Dover...
ReplyDeleteelxedf - riot elves?
and I'm the ghost of smokey joe.
ReplyDeletedcohr - germanic interior design.
I'm the 62 year old daughter of a recently deceased 91 year old mother. I look at her ring on my right hand and remember who I am.
ReplyDeleteI'm an iron fist in a velvet glove
ReplyDeleteI'm the man
ReplyDelete(I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man)
I'm the man who gave you the hula hoop.
I'm the man
(I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man)
I'm the man who gave you the nhkrdt.
I am a weaver of words, of images jewel-like, dark and bright. The world is my warp; the damp richness of the mind my weft. Life is my tapestry.
ReplyDeleteThe question is who the hell you think you are asking me who the hell I think I am.
ReplyDeleteacndzd - like pwned, but even more annoying
I are therefore, I think.
ReplyDeleteI'm lost. What's this blog about?
ReplyDeleteOh, I don't know . . . I'm just a hack writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls.
ReplyDeleteI'm Mr. Big Stuff.
ReplyDeleteFreeze..don't move. You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life. --Pavement, "Shady Lane"
ocdresh- Orange County women's wear(slurred)
I am the walrus. (q-q-q-qpmvebh))
ReplyDeleteI am what I am...
ReplyDeleteI'm a sad crazed radical poet watchin' the forces of capital win their sordid victory. Sigh.
ReplyDeletedagsmz- The residue left on a napkin after eating a large sandwich.
I'm damn near the last person to get back to you on this.
ReplyDeleteI was unavoidably detained by sxhocggc
According to the Hindus--the oldest surviving franchise in the religion game--I'm God.
ReplyDeleteNo fooling.
You, too.
I am, I'm afraid, not all that.
ReplyDeleteI'm reasonable certain I am all this.
Gumdrops are optional.
i am:
ReplyDeletearchetype and myth, or, to be more precise "an inherited pattern of thought."
love your blog
rock on, neddie m' lad.
I'm a deep-fried, battered, hot dog on a stick.
ReplyDeletebzqmpx - you're not supposed to eat the stick, moron!
I am Sam. Sam I am.
ReplyDeletemxhuhfwd - okay, okay, I'm one of those, too.
Go hang a salami! I'm a lasagna hog!
ReplyDeletelecuk: works in le kitchen.
YHWH
ReplyDeleteAnd don't take my goddamn name in vain......or in a vein.
ReplyDeleteI am the future and I've come to haunt your dreams.
ReplyDeleteI have a special nack of putting the noose once in he cant get out hoping to be favoured I remain, Honoured Sir, my terms is five ginnees.
ReplyDeleteH. Rumbold, Master Barber
I am.
ReplyDeleteI was.
one who's name is writ on water, but with a sharpie.
ReplyDeleteI am the astro-creep, certified hell-bent American freak, yeah.
ReplyDeleteI come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number. I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles.
ReplyDeleteGuess I'm one of those smoking-under- the-bleachers bloggers, 'cept I never made it to the bleachers.
ReplyDeleteI'm the goddamn Batman.
ReplyDeleteehliqv--Klingon stout, for the intergalactic traveler who thinks that Romulan ale is for fratboys and redshirts.
I'm a god.
ReplyDeleteWell, I was told, when someone asks, I'm to say 'yes'.
So, yes, I'm a god.
Now, let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.
The men don't know, but the little girls understand.
ReplyDeleteNow then, "what kind of a guru are you?"
a fat pale manchild of confused parents who watch too much Fox News and other bad stuff on satellite - I on the other hand enjoy shit like jingo and tbogg
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