You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself

You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around That what it's all about!

I removed the gun from my mouth. Could it be so simple? I did the hokey pokey & turned myself around. Instantly my depression lifted! That IS what it's all about! I had to tell the

Others. So I went to my special place and summoned my friends. They came slowly, one by one, and each time, I did my little dance. "See, THAT'S what it's all about!" Dead silence.

Of course all my friends WERE dead, so dead silence made sense. After summoning them I laid out the supplies for the ritual, made a wand out of HP Lovecrafts bones and did a dance

that I had been practicing for at least as long as I could walk. Some people said my parents were messed up, but as my friends slowly appeared, I couldn't help but think

pants to me, so at least I knew I looked like a ninja even though they were pretty damp by now. Buster, my best friend, drew his sword and shouted "Now!' and all my other friends

Who lived at 828 w. George St. were music professors who knew every note of Dvorak's "La Mer". I stayed home and listened to the entire work, writing my magnum opus. I used my

home made pubic hair trombone which I collected from all of my family over one hot Khazarian summer weekend on Bernard's Star Threesome-a-go-go. My neighbors said I sounded like Dv

orak and, truthfully, I did have a czechered past. I launched into "Bohemiam Rhapsody" & everyone joined in, making light of the odd moment. Weirdos, all of us.