When my poor head is wet, grandma is gay Tacit engagement stractics Crisping over the plains Gloria
I’m no scented mentalist. Scream and slide
Where did It go It is impossible The fan He makes Too many good points
I have a visitor with a golden eye Standing in the street Open to anything Such as: Drifting white on the millsap sockways
Tempted by the crew of another
Oh so you’re the seventh advanced skeleton now? Clorder:Title Titke
There’s a buidle Dancing around with the same colored eagle
Take it off With a chance To the world Esta blish trust
a) white inside b) dead inside
You look like you should be short but when you stand up you are going to be really tall. I am the opposite. Lose the grass in your bones and be here tomorrow Vandal vandal candle future
Mushrooms fill her eyelids Covered with the scent of broomsticks, bruises, glue sticks. I feel it moving, with one inside Talk to Japan One’s still inside One’s still inside The feeling sticks In me of me
My angle screams like the kids at bay! I’ve had enough of all the master troops! My heads are gleaming, my turns are screaming The gun is smoking at the heart of it We shoot the scene and lay a rainbow star The moon reflected underneath it all Just like a gum *** stuck under five shots My ears are ringing like a tongue of thorns (But I like it)
Change watts, for sale, for sale Oil on the stop sign rubs out the words Ventriloquist of a devil Jesus mannequin Behind the ***** window muted colors Hearing Radio Disney at night and seeing none of it until I’m older But now my bus died on the phone