Posts, Pictures, and Pointless Ephemera
Poor Joe, one gets the feeling that the same happens every day.But hey, at least he doesn't have to worry about shaving.
Or bad hair days.
oh no...the angst...the pain of self-discovery...if Nightmare Before Christmas is any indication, all skeletons go through some period of inner turmoil and unrest before reconciling their bony self...hope Joe follow suit :)
"Oh somewhere deep inside of these bonesAn emptyness began to growThere's something out there far from my homeA longing that I've ne-ver knownI'm the master of fright and a demon of lightAnd I'll scare you right out of your pantsTo a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister UnluckyAnd I'm known throughout England and FranceAnd since I am dead, I can take off my headTo recite Shakesperean quotationsNo animal nor man can SCREAM like I canWith the fury of my re-ci-ta-tionsBut who here would ever understandThat the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grinWould tire of his crown, If they only understoodHe'd give it all up, if he only could....Oh theres an empty place in my bonesThat calls out for something unknownThe fame and praise come year after yearDoes nothing for these e-mpty tears...."