Nonsense about weather, gum, telepathy, imaginary pets, etc.

Designed to fit the tune of “‍Still Alive‍” by Jonathan Coulton. A recording of me singing it with myself with a $8 microphone is available here. The recording preceded the ending being written….

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The weather is lovely, It makes me remember how to smile. The way the cooler breezes blow is magic. I’m feeling quite cozy, May sweaters suffice for quite a while. I love the winter too, except the heavy jackets are loud; But I’m not here singing of my problems to come And I’m not complaining about old chewing gum Though it’s stuck to my shoe And I don’t even chew and it somehow emerged from the crowd.

I do love my pony. The way that it neighs is so divine. Although the fact it is not real is tragic. My pets are all phony, But I do take some joy that they’re mine. You do not have to share a dream except with those who read minds. But I’m not here singing about telepathy Psychics may read minds, but they’ll never read me ’Cause my brain is a mess, And I can’t over stress that inside of my head are all kinds.

The weather is lovely, And so is the soup I had for lunch. I’ll scrape the gum off of my shoe by nightfall. I’m feeling quite cozy, My pony is keeping me quite warm. The crowd is thinning, and I think I’ll never fail again. But I’m not here singing of my failures old They just weren’t that bad despite what I was told And I’m happy to say By the end of the day that I am certain this day was a win.

Yes I’m certain this day was a win. Despite my errors it was quite the win. And come tomorrow I will also win. I can win. I can win.