“The wild dogs cry out in the night, as they grow restless longing for some solitary company. I know that I must do what’s right, sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.” Toto, Africa
How in the fuck are you going to describe a mountain as being like another mountain? That’s like saying that my pet greyhound is fast like a dog. Well no shit. Does your Toyota get you around like a Honda?
This is the kind of shit I think about when I am alone, longing for solitary company, which is also impossible to have because the two words have fucking opposite meanings. You know what, Toto? How about just going back to plotting on how to steal Roseanna Arquette back from Peter Gabriel?