Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
If you can hear me, I want to tell you that me and the Hippies have a similar
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
I like it when you French me, and take me away. It feels just like a dream, and yo… body makes me Gay. My face lights up like the sun, wh…
Who are you smiling for, Mr. Happy? Don’t you know you’re on your own? You have no one to
A dog sent you a letter, saying hello for the first time. That dog was
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
I perish in the sand, as the ball rolls away. I have nothing in my hand, and nothing in my mouth. It’s a dark cloud,
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
