Who's Watching Who? by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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Hate Music for Silly Times

Ranney didn’t hate his work and he admitted to no phobia-fear. It was just a dispassionate wish to do what had to be done; sort of like preparing dinner or hanging a picture. People who never popped a B&B probably can’t understand that. Sure, there were some considerations before the first one, but after that there was more or less little to think about except the technical aspects of getting there, doing that, and getting away before some nerd with a cell phone started snapping pictures or rolling film.

It was similar to eliminating a wolf that had been dining on suburban neighborhood pet cats and dogs. Sure, the wolf was just being a wolf, like the B&B bums were just being B&B bums. They’re just in the wrong place, and have to be moved one way or another. What did surprise him somewhat was how he came to be exhilarated at the accomplishment. It was like having gardens invaded by an invasive species. In New Mexico there is strong objection to the Siberian Elm trees which were introduced to New Mexico in the 1860’s as an ornamental tree, prized for its rapid growth and drought tolerance. They were used in windbreaks to curb soil erosion and provide shelter for crops and livestock during the Dust Bowl and into the 1960s. However, their invasive

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potential became recognized, leading to their removal from public nurseries and the establishment of public nurseries and distribution of seedlings to residents. They grow like mad crowding out all the native plants, and have these tiny, tiny leaves many find repulsive. They have to be pulled out by the root.

It reminded him of some writer who when asked if he liked writing said: “I like to have written.”

Bowling Balls

Insane Clown Posse

Friends don't come easily and this I know

And every time I make one, they say they gotta go I wanna talk with people and look em' in the face

I wanna take em' home and they can stay at my place All the talkin', I can do, I would never lie to you

We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you

And I can love you, and technically, even though you're dead

You'll always be around me cuz I'm keeping your head

I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar

I even own the melon of a dead fortune teller

The rotted ones, I keep em' up in fat pickle jars

And the new ones? We lay on the lawn and look at stars

It's illegal, I know ... but so is smoking weed

And who the fuck gives a fuck when you have a need?

I collect human heads fresh up off the neck

Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme that!

Faces, people know more than names!

The hair is there and all the brains!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut?

How you want your eyelids, open or shut?

Your head would mean so much to me!

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Your head would mean so much to me!

Sometimes I put em' in my bowling bag and bring em' to work

Play with their hair under my desk with my bare foot

They're like stuffed animals all over the bed

Human heads, Pam, Jennifer, Hubert, and Ted

I even put one in the shower, water comes out the mouth I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out

I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut

Bring em' in the pool and their heads'll float up

I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends

I even put their make up on and take em' for a spin

I'm not a murderer like that, not really

Only every Halloween, the house do look kinda silly

You know the homeless people that be bothering you for change?

Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came

I'm not insane about it, it's just the world is too crowded

And maybe I'ma do something a-mothafuckin'-bout it

Faces, people know more than names!

The hair is there and all the brains!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut?

How you want your eyelids, open or shut?

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit

Dr. Wigglefarmer, I need to make a visit

He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth

So now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feet

He also told me to keep them from the dog

But I already know that, she chew they faces off

And then Mr. Wigglefarmer asked me for a couple

I went into my bag and gave him two like, "No trouble."

Now I got some therapy, I'm feeling much better

I'm happy forever, me and my craniums together

They all over the house and they roll around the floor

And if it's got an afro ... I use it for a pillow

I'm ill though, I never shoulda worried anyway

I shoot head-hoops and don't care what people say

You can ask Dr. Wigglefarmer for yourself

He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf

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Faces, people know more than names!

The hair is there and all the brains!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut?

How you want your eyelids, open or shut?

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Faces, people know more than names!

The hair is there and all the brains!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

I won't diss you! You wanna wear a hat, whut?

How you want your eyelids, open or shut?

Your head would mean so much to me!

Your head would mean so much to me!

Written by Joseph Bruce and Michael John Jr Puwal.