I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
I snort a line of joy up through my nose using a colorful
We should be lovers, cause no one knows what it’s like
You’ll never know the stair case, unless you talk to it. You’ll never be
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
The egg fell while trying to put his pants on. He cried out in
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you
Blue is in the corner, I can’t stop it from talking. It has a mind of it’s own, I hear it whisper in my ear. Pictures in the sky,
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Hell must think Jessica is sexy, because it’s attracted to her like a moth