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Date Posted: 00:58:15 07/26/10 Mon
Author: SS
Subject: Re: ************PR**************
In reply to: SS 's message, "Re: ************PR**************" on 02:35:09 07/25/10 Sun

Party Radar
By: Lisping Hibiscus
7/15/10

(Boobity-Boohbah, Hum-A-Dee-Humbah,
Jumbah Zumbah, Zing Zing Zingbah!

My Synesthesantennae’s pickin’ up,
some khacki-wacky signals,
from an astronaut diaper mile away…

…on my Party Radar…

…I’ll just slip on these Chanel Lace Shades...

...kick up those PHYLEA boots...

and I’ll be there faster,
than a Jamaican Bobsled team,
coached by !

Arrrrrrrruuuuuugggguuuuuuulllllllllaaaahhhhh!!!)
.
.
.
(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Ricochetin' every signal off the Dog Star!
(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Shakin' my Leyden Jar to the pulse of the sabar!
(Crankin' up the Party Radar!)

I’m gonna mingle,
shingle with a shimmy and a shake,
bingle that jingle,
all around my twenty-eight inch waist,
I’ll be strummin’ the spirit stratocastic,
won’t be stampin’ on my coaster brake,
I’ll be bustin’ some bombastic gymnastics,
shimmy-tangin’ this sonic steeplechase!

(Rakaramba!)

Global Ruckus,
at the Stock Exchange!
DJ Suqaey Date,
wompin' up a sick mirthquake!
Ooshkies,
watch 'em swan dive down the Slip-N-Slide!
Holy Rising Hemlines,
they're already out of Astroglide!

Dither that transmitter,
slither ‘til your heart sonic booms!
I’m scanning the horizon,
fightin’ til the first sign of dawn looms!
Drastic, erratic static,
rheumatically pulses in my waist!
Surrender to the velocity,
cut that higher frequency to the chase!

(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Ricochetin' every signal off the Dog Star!
(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Shakin' my Leyden Jar to the pulse of the sabar!
(Crankin' up the Party Radar!)

Holy Heinrich Hertz,
that’s genuine manzanilla!
Let’s go skinny dippin’,
and forge a Bumper Boat flotilla!
Add a quart of Burning Man,
with a pinch of Spinal Tap!
Sporks and sushi,
how’d I get tied up in saran wrap?

On any given afternoon,
I could explain the Laundau-Ginzberg theory,
ask me how to straighten my collar now,
I’d answer “P2C2E!”
I’m having a synapse-collapse,
must have been the Soramimi Soroche,
I caught at the Mondegreenhouse,
during the Katzenjammer’s Karaoke ‘Til You Kachinnate…

(Give me a little Dubstep,
with my Altern-8,
what can I say, there's 808's,
enbraided in my DNA!
Grind some Venetian Snares,
to that TB-303,
dare to reverb the universe,
with splicebreaked tomthumbfoolery!)

Dither that transmitter,
slither ‘til your heart sonic booms!
I’m scanning the horizon,
fightin’ til the first sign of dawn looms!
Drastic, erratic static,
rheumatically pulses in my waist!
Surrender to the velocity,
cut that higher frequency to the chase!

(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Ricochetin' every signal off the Dog Star!
(Pinnnnnnnngggggggg, pppppinnnnnnnnnggggg!)
Ravin' up the Party Radar!
(Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Shakin' my Leyden Jar to the pulse of the sabar!
(Crankin' up the Party Radar!)

(Zozobra!)

I'm riding rabbits,
sensors jammin',
jackin' to the dirty bassline!
Bristol Fashion,
with a Glasgow Kiss,
pitch shiftin' to the EMI!
Laud the awed dégringolade,
maraud the dance floor senseless!
Starfish Prime Obstreperous!
Gamma Ray Burst Treacherous!

(Let’s Go Pachinko!)

(ERROR!!!)
(ERROR!!!)
Party Radar Not Computing!!!
(ERROR!!!)
(ERROR!!!)
Party Radar Overheating!!!
(ERROR!!!)
(ERROR!!!)
Party Radar Malfunctioning!!!
(My Doppler's gone yankeeyonkers!
I'm discom-bebop-ulating!!!)

R = Pt / 4πR2!!!

R = Pt / 4πR2!!!

R
=
Pt
/
4π
R2!!!


R 4
= π
Pt / R 2!!!



π! R
!2
P /! =t4


RPt
42
t = !π!/!


█♥█/Ω♫
______ ===???

☆



Hoobalagah!
Who’s up for Mondo Croquet?
Stun that mullet, flex that gullet,
and join the Blackout Brigade!
I am breathin' faster,
than the M25 Speedway!
Call a spade a spade,
and upstage your shadowplay!

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