Couldn't think of a name for the cache, so I put my iPod on shuffle
and used the name of the first song that came up.
I met this guy - and he looked like might have been a
hat check clerk at an ice rink. Which, in fact, he turned out to
be. And I said: Oh boy. Right again.
Let X=X. You know, it could be you. It's a sky-blue
sky. Satellites are out tonight. Let X=X.
You know, I could write a book. And this book would be
thick enough to stun an ox. Cause I can see the future and it's a
place - about 70 miles east of here. Where it's lighter. Linger on
over here. Got the time? Let X=X.
I got this postcard. And it read, it said: Dear Amigo
- Dear Partner. Listen, uh - I just want to say thanks.
So...thanks.
Thanks for all the presents. Thanks for introducing me
to the Chief. Thanks for putting on the feedbag. Thanks for going
all out. Thanks for showing me your Swiss Army knife. and uh -
Thanks for letting me autograph your cast. Hug and kisses.
XXXXOOOO.
Oh yeah, P.S. I - feel - feel like - I am - in a
burning building - and I gotta go. Cause I - I feel - feel like - I
am - in a burning building - and I gotta go.(Laurie
Anderson)
