Glistening white triangular tooth. Open up a can of tomato juice. . I've got a fang. I've got a fang. I've got a fang. . Girlfriend took me to meet her dad.
Paper out, pencils raised. One plus one is two. Two plus two is four. Four plus four is eight. And eight plus eight is sixteen. . I can add, I can add.
Ten miles from nowhere. There's a story that's true. About a fine girl. And a boy just like you. They fell so deeply. But then fell apart. Now they say the same words.
Now Broom, you must now sweep for me. The dust it fills my room. No, John, I will not sweep for you. For I am not your broom. . What nonsense are you speaking, Broom.
Juices, muffins, pasta, and cheese. Milk and biscuits and cocktail sauce. I am a grocery bag. Salsa and pickles and organic grain. I am a grocery bag.