we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always