There’s not an egg too hard that you can’t crack. There’s not a
I don’t want to sit and suffocate inside of my box anymore. I want
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
Fly through a wall, and land in a river. Feel the ray of the sun, and respond with a shiver.
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
If I had a brain, it would be made of green slime.
The egg fell while trying to put his pants on. He cried out in
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye