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Ode to Naked Boys
21:17:25, 2000-05-22

me and mars wrote a song about naked boys today! (ps Fuck Rhyming, it's the Year 2000, ok?) You can sing along! It doesn't go to any particular tune at all. Make one up in your head and i bet it will be pretty just like you!

Naked Boys

by Mary Chen and Mars Parker

Naked boys smell naked like ivory soap
they look funny but we throw em down and make like animals anyway, cause our loin areas are all actin up
naked boys got a nipple on the left and one on the right
and it they're marky mark another one underneath
and they got naked arms that hold us
and also their arms smell like ivory soap too

it's naked boy time
it's naked boy time
it's time for naked boys
high time for naked boys
motherfucker

May is the month that the boys get naked
May is the month that mary and mars go fucking insane
Naked Naked Naked
Boys Boys Boys
Naked boys got class
also, cute bottoms.
and did we mention the ivory soap?

it's naked boy time
it's naked boy time
it's time for naked boys
high time for naked boys
motherfucker

*************

ummm what else. oh yeah Friday night Q and Not U's 7" release party was at the kansas house and first of all, go buy it (it's in the annex), and second of all, they can't open in the windows in the house during a show cause of the noise, and so by the end of the night, what with all the apeshit-going, every last surface in the house was dripping wet to the touch. It was unreal. Like the upstairs bedroom windows where the doors had been closed the whole time, even those were dripping and fogged up. It sure was rock and roll. Except i'm old and a grand total of three apples high so i had to go outside to you know, breathe air, after only the first few songs. But i was filled with, you know, glee.

WHFS (the local "commercial alternative" station) plays eminem but absolutely no black hip hop artists, and i don't know how they sleep at night.

i would like some pistachios now.

love,

mary

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