Space Iris - Bet’cha Weren’t Ready for That!
Friday, May 15th, 2009
It’s a space iris. I bet you weren’t ready for that. It’s a space iris. I bet you know right where it’s at, because it’s right above these words. See it up there? Yeah. That’s a space iris. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Some people call it a space pansy, but that ain’t what it ain’t not. Some people yell for more reeds, but that’s a little better but still doesn’t hit the right spot.
Oh, no. It’s a space iris. I’m sure you weren’t ready for that. No, no, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. I bet you weren’t ready for that. It was living by a rock.
It was a smooth rock with a soft beat, ’cause there’s nothin’ like that old time rock’n space iris to fill your day with some crocodile tears.
By the way, I’m available to do strange images and write nonsensical postings on your blog too. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anything for a buck. Er, a hundred bucks. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anything for a hundred bucks. Almost.
So, enjoy the space iris. Bet you’ll never tire of that. See how it glows. See how it doesn’t move because that would have been cool but I really didn’t feel like animating it. But, I could animate some strange image for you. Two hundred bucks. Maybe fifty bucks. Make an offer. I’m here all night.
Oh, yes, the space iris will stay just a little bit longer. If the union don’t mind and the crew doesn’t mind, and the overtime pay is good–like a hundred bucks or more–than the space iris will be hanging out some more.
The space iris. It’s so cool. You gotta get your own. But your own is not your own because your own is still mine and you can’t have mine. But you can grow you own. You can take a picture of your own, and I’ll make it into a space iris of your very own. A hundred bucks. Maybe fifty. Send two hundred just to be sure.
Oh, the space iris will keep going and going, like an Energizer bunny, banging and banging and rockin’ and rollin’ all night with Lithium or something. Who knows? Mr. Sandman, that’s who. He puts sand in your eyes when you’re sleeping at night and you wake up with sandy eyes and you can’t see your space iris. But, it’ll still be there, so don’t ask for any refunds, because I can’t control what the Sandman does to your eyes. Don’t be afraid. Send him a lover, and he’ll never fade. Oh, Venus. Your space iris is on its way. Don’t you worry now. Don’t dream it’s over!
Oh, the space iris. I bet you weren’t ready for that!










