My baloney has a first name...

I just wish I knew what said name was so I could tell it to stop screaming every time I try to make a sandwhich out of it. Little bastard just keeps screaming and screaming. If I knew its name, I could say: "Cram it Dennis!" or, "Bob, if you don't stop sobbing I'm going to have to combine you with rat products and make hot dogs out of you!" But I do not, so I just find myself screaming incoherently along with that damn baloney (What kind of damn moron calls it balogna? :p ).

Do you ever get that not so bright feeling? Like all of the answers that you forever seek are just at the tip of your mind and if you could just think the right thing, it would all coming rushing to you? I get that feeling way to often. It's as if my brain is on the verge of making a connection that puts everything right and releases all that knowledge I have crammed in there, but it never comes to be. There are those fleeting moments of pure joy when I know that I am but mere seconds from realizing one of the most important thoughts of my life, and then poof, it's all gone. This is sad, I think I need a good baloney screaming, or perhaps some irrational and pointless taunting. Ooh, better yet, I'll go listen to my Monty Python cds. *skips to his loo, then decides that he doesn't need to go at the moment*

From Hollow by Remy Zero
It felt like the sun
We are hollow
Light to the world
Film star

Define all the ways
We are all hollow
I am the ghost
You are song

So you walk away from me
Were you ever there?
You were too quick or cold to believe
Unbelievable
You can never fail, we can never fail
We can only go down south
In flames a place you forgot about

Oooooooooh

We are hollow
Light to the world
Film star
Define all the ways
We are hollow
I am the ghost
You are song