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Alchemy Hour
By: Noah Eaton
6/15/06

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Woahhhhhh, salty sister,
dawn patrol is beckonin’,
what’d you say we go shreddin’ the gnarl?

(Ahhhhhh, that’d be epic,
but,
all I got is this Woody Parsnip,
and I don’t want to look all Squarepants Spongekook!)

Awww shibby!
No worries, ya crippler chick,
today’s too coolaphonic to get chode burn!
Here, borrow my grom board,
I’m kinduva necter canvas commando myself!

(Really?
Wow, this is Gnarmax!)

Righteous,
let’s hit the fall line, beach bunny,
alchemy hour awaits...
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.
.
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I’ve gotten all proned out,
chasing the mare’s tail upon the glory trail,
I’m a fresh gale on the third rail,
that’s never ready to flail,
I’m a pastrami of a swami,
all soaked and I’m stoked,
nothin’ like an expression session,
to invoke that ancillary stroke…

I should have worn my rashie today,
cause I’m totally Burnt Reynolds,
the summer sun’s blazin’ white gold,
the Nectar of the Gods is drippin’ uncontrolled,
some say I possess some fourth power,
rippin’ lips in these rainbow showers,
and I tell my crew it’s all about attitude,
cuz this is a magic moment we call,
alchemy hour…

    
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I behave like a stavewave,
engraved to the ragin’ riptide,
babelinis think I’m a hoot in my spring suit,
while quantum leapin’ the pipeline,
I’ve been over the falls,
I make them look notorious,
shreddin’ through Orbitsville,
into downtown Flushopolis.

I should have worn my rashie today,
cause I’m totally Burnt Reynolds,
the summer sun’s blazin’ white gold,
the Nectar of the Gods is drippin’ uncontrolled,
some say I possess some fourth power,
rippin’ lips in these rainbow showers,
and I tell my crew it’s all about attitude,
cuz this is a magic moment we call,
alchemy hour…
    
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Come on in, lil’ dally,
forehand through this oceanic rift valley,
eskimo rollin’ and cajolin’,
through this tubular skittle alley,
the soul kiss of the solstice,
is my kind of sabbatical,
inside the pope’s living room,
born a church of the open sky fanatical.

I should have worn my rashie today,
cause I’m totally Burnt Reynolds,
the summer sun’s blazin’ white gold,
the Nectar of the Gods is drippin’ uncontrolled,
some say I possess some fourth power,
rippin’ lips in these rainbow showers,
and I tell my crew it’s all about attitude,
cuz this is a magic moment we call,
alchemy hour…
.
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.
(Thanks a zipload,
that was haggard!)

Hey, ciara,
wanna head over to the Thursday Night Surf Club,
and catch some grub?

(Wow, dat’s da mamie, Gandelf!)

    

    


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Mother Teresa

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1 posted 2007-08-05 04:11 PM


You mix media well

just wish I understood what you were talking about

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2 posted 2007-08-13 04:39 AM


Way gnarly, dude! lol Noah, you're a screamin' 'loonie tick' ~ and I love it!

Serf's up!

Loves 'n Laughs,

Linda

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