When will my feet stop aching? At… with passion I sang and danced, so…

Ut pictura poesis decipher my defective truth! Lead ad absurdum your analysis of analogies to my youth! My ornament, your substition

Never mind the headache Im gagged, cant find my feet “Should I call the ambulance or is it just the weed?” The storm blows me away

Welcome to the Synode of Argyll, this is the episode of edicts. Now swallow all Chlorophyll, and hope to find the Picts: Lintels of turquoise eyes

Freakparade or seniors home doesnt matter instantly I tell my story bout romantic Rom… All hallows eve eventually when we return from a colorful rid…

Substitute worlds Succubus soliloquies in vain Summer whine and ocean whirls my Superstition all in chains Onomatopoeias Opacity

This coldness reminds me of last w… taking long walks on icy streets arriving in the warmth at dawn a new culture, a new spirit, a new… Find myself among strangers

A walk home alone on wet carpet, (A night of which nothing will be… Lost signal, where is my accessory… I hope this message was delivered: Speak it out, he introduced me to…

Lacuna Day, time to improvise I met familiarly childish friends Tomorrow starts my compromise another try just to see how it end… Wait until he leaves my bed,

Thirsty, I am, stoned, lying in b… writing down on dirty sheets flick… Cold now I feel, in this full moo… for my heart did steal a moment of… A light I can see between my thou…

Control RocknRoll listen to a friends advice dont you ruin it all you live only once, so think twice… The moon tells me its no longer J…

Watch out – in the very next momen… Ill read day and night – cause you… Ill know everything, what you thin… Stand out – in the very next momen… Drive to a home, a wasteland of yo…

Acoustic fen into my heart after a day like a picture book assure I`m not a dreaming retard cause you got me on your hook Riddle me this, Horatio

Etymologies of my name a heterocliticon has evinced I thought itd never be the same with me protesting against all hin… I can turn some of these letters

Alone at the loner stoner home of… I smell smoke and step a bit forwa… into to the tunnel of bright night… with chocolate and him shining lig… I cannot rhyme with a stuffed mout…