I'm so excited, I just can't wait for you to come.. I've been living alone and lonely far too long.. When I see your face. And the love that's in your eyes,.
He's a miniature philosopher. He stands five foot three. So no one takes him seriously. He's in love with Gertrude Lullaby. But she doesn't care for him.
The problem with April is the problem with May. is the problem with June and July. it's the problem with all of the months. since you said goodbye. . The problem with Monday is the problem with Tuesday.
All the people look so beautiful. While they're marching in the gay parade. They make friends with trees and animals. They gather up all the countries flags.
I've heard about inner light it makes the. brown in your eyes look watery. I felt something while talking to you, Gently. intoxicating I felt the source of your inner light.
Someone's in love with someone who doesn't love them back. their body's like a hollow room. They carry around an empty feeling wherever they go, wherever they go.
Hello my name is Claude Robert. And I'd like to thank you for spending time with the gay parade. We hope you found it enjoyable. And that we will see you again very soon.
I take a walk I mow the grass. I don't worry 'bout. the years that pass. My wife is dead I live alone. in my little country home. I have my memories. and dogs for friends.
We just want to emote until we're dead. I know we suffer for fashion or whatever. We don't want these days to ever end. We just want to emasculate them forever.
I'm so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel cruel city. I've forgotten what it takes to please a woman. But that's all gonna change (2x). . Now the freaks wanna take me home to see.
I'm so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel cruel city. I've forgotten what it takes to please a woman. But that's all gonna change (2x). . Now the freaks wanna take me home to see.
The summer's good for tulips,. Though pansies disagree.. They find the heat most distasteful,. And humidity far too grim to stand up tall. And bargain with the bees..
It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives. Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I.
What I recall. Remembered past is insanity. And the clatter. . Misapprehensions of. Killing you but not. Fast enough to really matter. . The flume of your struggle.
Sleeping in the beetle bug. With a hundred pounds of air in my heart.. Don't think that I'm able to sympathize,. I'm happier to see it gone.. Floating above your house like a penguin.
Before the laughter and the cheer disolves into his memory, taste of vodka on his lips,. and thoughts of murder and doom, her eyes appeared to bloom, he wanted to touch them but was afraid she taken aback then what would he say?.
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires. Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain. Thought that if I sank the Seine I might find you.
My, my, you busted me. Like a Robocop, strike me. With your riding crop I'm forever going celibate tomorrow. Tonight like success knows no shame. . Oh no, she's a rejecter.
Like some sepulchral tableau. I sit frozen holding your hand. Though I'm trying to think only. Positive thoughts I understand. . That place tomorrow. May not be there tomorrow, then.
I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in Norway. I felt the darkness of the black metal bands. But being such fawn of a man I didn't burn down any old churches.