Sherri, you smell different. Get up early in the bed. For you morning comes so easy. . Spells have been cast. And the urge has been lost. Snipers posted bills as they should.
Blind date with the chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers. And the check when it arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch. A reder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash.
Embrace the senile genius. Watch him reinvent the wheel. I don't need your summary acts, summary acts. To give into the narrative age. . Old to begin.
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps. In the city we forgot to name. Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame. And the courthouse's double-breast.