I’m in love with sad numbers that make rain drip down my round pumpkin.
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
Sarah is losing her mind, feeling stripped of all of her onion rings. Johnny is living in a
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
There’s always another option. I could always choose to not care anymore. I mean, being alone isn’t so bad. I don’t need a woman to be happy.
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,
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
I’m a disabled mush room, who is mentally handicap, and can’t think
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
I don’t have a life, so I might as well get high. Cats never love
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the