This mesa, torn from error.
Somebody knocks and I am busy reading from the newspaper hoard.
Somebody knocks and says they've found a joke. They're now irresistible.
I know its true.
I have company and a shrimp grey sweater, so I send them my boyfriends business card.
One man appreciates my ratio, finds triangles everywhere.
Or prisms or/ whatever happens you're still my sundial, right?
In the kitchen debunking my ghost problem, I forget how to braise backstraps; soak medallions in vinegar.
She is shiny in my living room, posing, asks if she looks like a princess.
I say yes, you look just like annie oakley.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
This mesa, torn from error.
Somebody knocks and I am busy reading from the newspaper hoard.
Somebody knocks and says they've found a joke. They're now irresistible.
I know its true.
I have company and a shrimp grey sweater, so I send them my boyfriends business card.
One man appreciates my ratio, finds triangles everywhere.
Or prisms or/ whatever happens you're still my sundial, right?
In the kitchen debunking my ghost problem, I forget how to braise backstraps; soak medallions in vinegar.
She is shiny in my living room, posing, asks if she looks like a princess.
I say yes, you look just like annie oakley.
