Oh, I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me
Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three.
and you'll be
in a world of pure imagination...
"Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration . . . 6% electricity . . . 4% evaporation . . . and 2% butterscotch ripple."
Oh, yum :)
Even with commercials, it was fab. :D
In other news, I bought a new CHAIR. Mine's black with little blue and red dots, but otherwise, it looks quite like this...
It's articulate! Oh, wait... articulating. That would explain the lack of conversation.
It makes me feel like Jean Luc Picard, but with more hair, and a shirt that tucks correctly.
"Make it so, numbah one!"
fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera . . . memo bis punitor delicatum!
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to make the world?
There's nothing to it...
There is no life I know
to compare with Pure Imagination
you'll be free
...if you truly wish to be
We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Come along, come along...
Oh, and welcome to mateo (thanks for bringing the beer!), and Sparky the Butcher (a tangent jumper after mine own heart :) )
Oh, and a big fat happy re to MenT ^_^
If I forgot anyone, please tell me so that I may teleport you everlasting gobstoppers. Thank you!
CHARLIE: What happened?
WONKA: He lived happily ever after.