http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpA0l2WB86E
It’s all a load of crap and you know it. Get off your high horse and don’t take any wooden nickels from the chicken man. I made the mistake of doing that once and never lived it down. The problem started with those yellow shoelaces, but I guess you know that. Still, I should have known better. I was warned. It’s interesting to wake up and find the third floor of your house missing. I tried to explain this to my doctor once. He told me to eat more oat bran. I don’t like my neurosis being shoved under the rug. I keep tripping on it. You can laugh all you want. It won’t change a thing. They still pick up the trash every Tuesday. It’s amusing. Carlos visited yesterday and brought me some bananas. I will put some on my oat bran and think about Dr. Cyborg. Eventually everything will fall together and I will get back to work on my volcanic cranium simulator. The paper is going well. Just a few minor details to reconfigure. Do you remember the time we crashed the party at the Teetzleburgers? Ronnie shoved gherkins into his pockets and you played the piano with you nose. What was it? Schubert’s Serenede?

Softly my songs implore
You through the night;
Down into the quiet grove,
Beloved, come to me!
Slender treetops rustle, murmur
In the moons radiance;
Don't fear the hidden listeners'
malice, my dearest.
Do you hear the nightingales singing?
Ah, they appeal to you,
With their sweet plaintive tones
They're pleading for me.
They understand the heart's yearning,
They know the pain of love,
Touch with their silvery tones
Every feeling heart.
Let them move you, too,
My darling, listen to me!
Trembling, I await you!
Come, dearest, enrapture me.