Post-Inaugural Post

What a play on words. Well, no one gets it.

Here we are. A team. Like Tenacious D or P. Diddy and Mace. It seem like the more dough we make, the more brothers we see. Ain't dat tha trut'. Since we are the greatest lost cause to have ever walked the planet. We speak and no one hears us. We shout and some one says "Did you hear something?"
"No"
"I thought I heard 'We suck!' Must be hearing things, oh well."

But onward we march, like there's hope, light at the end of the tunnel, some prize at the finish line. But we're lost, hope's lost, we are in the darkest abyss, veering off the track.

Well there is one thing. We have vivid imaginations. And we can pretend very well that there's something worth living for, and it's not just True Love!... ok so the only thing worth living for is true love. but we've got it. we have the love of art and creating, and we both have our own loves. and we both love our wieners.