Last of the men in hats hops off the coil. And a final scene unfolds inside. Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow. Is a part replayed from a perfect day.
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?. He'll have to go. So, too, the bunch he luncheons with. It's second on my list of things to do. . At the top is stopping by.
I haven't been myself of late. I haven't slept for several days. . But coming home I feel like I. Designed these buildings I walk by. You know you drive me up the wall.
A friend of mine grows his very own brambles. They twist all around him till he can't move. Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles. What is my friend trying to prove?.
Stuff was started, things had ends. Stuff regarding all my friends. Some were married all were fine. These are good friends these are mine. . I got deep warm drunk.
Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees. My hands are black, the sun is going down. She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam. She's listening to the dream I weaved today.
Snow Day, school's closed and I can't wait,. To go outside and I just might get into a snowball fight!. . Snowball. Snowball. Snowball fight. . Snowball.