December 21, 2004
No Llamas Were Butchered In The Creation of This Post
From the Tasty Bits (TM) Mail Sack, another satisfied customer:
I think that you people are dis[g]usting and I don't even see why you would like to even consider killing a llama. Llamas are cute. What did they ever do to you people? I think you just want to kill them for fun and that's just wrong! So please e-mail me and tell me what you think and also tell me why you kill llamas.
Ah, misssassy1234@aol.com, we've asked ourselves that question many times before, considering we are llamas ourselves, after all. Indeed, I often feel just like Sting:
There’s a moon over Lima Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the Incas, and the wool and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my bleat
While there’s a moon over Lima Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent llam(a)
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me orgling by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast*
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hooves of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my bleat
While there’s a moon over Lima Street
She walks everyday through the streets of Arequipa
She’s innocent and young from a family of alpaca
I have stood many times outside her corral at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my bleat
While there’s a moon over Lima Street
*[Ed. - Well, duh...]
Don't worry, Sweety. The only thing that actually gets butchered 'round here is foolishness.
(UPDATE: Yes, I know this is probably a spammer or a kid. But truth be told, I don't have very much patience with either one.)
"Ithink you just want to kill them for fun and that's just wrong!"
Hunting llamas for sport? You have got to be shitting me.
Posted by: Brass at December 21, 2004 05:26 PMmaybe if you told her you're French... I think that's the only thing you left out with your extended Sting homage.
Posted by: tee bee at December 21, 2004 06:06 PM
What's the word I'm looking for? When one out-stings Sting.
Maybe it doesn't exist.
I'm reminded of the scene in the movie Groundhog Day, where Chris Elliott turns to Bill Murray and says, "you move me, man." That second stanza has the whole wistful experience of Llamadom in it.
Or maybe, once again, I'm drinking too much.
Tastes like chicken.
Posted by: Joe R. the Unabrewer at December 22, 2004 08:29 AMIt could have been a first time reader...
Cindy
Posted by: firstbrokenangel at December 22, 2004 05:55 PM
