"To boldly clap in a room full of nothing. you never know, it could be one of those. poignant evenings.. Museum's locked and it's long since past. closing,.
"To boldly clap in a room full of nothing. you never know, it could be one of those. poignant evenings.. Museum's locked and it's long since past. closing,.
Titillations been replaced. By interstate, brick face and coffee mate. And by a list of phone calls. You'll like to make. Where you could sit on the edge of your bed.
Growing up in a biosphere. With no respect for bad weather. There's still roaches and ants in here. So resourceful and clever. Her great grandfather saw the future.
Richard talks too slow. He'd get interrupted long before. I always loved that guy. And he's not on TV any more. . To get out before. He had the wherewithal.
I like the tone of your trumpet, come on let's spill some paint. Let's raise a glass of milk to the end of another day. And to the kiss that's still intangible, the kids are all right just unmanageable.
He was a coal miner in the spring. Blinded with its dusty resolutions. Broke his back for higher contributions. Now he'd take anything. Well, she was nineteen seventy.
Illuminate the obvious. It's standing right here in front of us. What our apartment does. When we're not around does not concern us. . Simulate the obvious.