When you go on camping trips. You're stuck right out in nature. Foraging the forests like a primate. Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates. . Your thumb and forefinger.
When you go on camping trips. You're stuck right out in nature. Foraging the forests like a primate. Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates. . Your thumb and forefinger.
I threw out a stupid common paperweight. And it went out into the country. To a place where other solid objects lie around. Well, it's quite hard and so it's probably still there.
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes. And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold. Sometimes I am given pause to think when.
Running into you like this without warning. Is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning. But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down. That's quite an after-taste that you've left now that you're not around.
Runnin' into you like this without warning. It's like catchin' a sniff of tequila in the mornin'. But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down. That's quite and after-taste.
I love your guts, I love your goo. Your ugly blood, your creepy heart. The heart that's true to me and you. I thank you. . I'd eat your gum, I'd eat your goo.
How does a duck know what direction south is?. And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks?. . You can cut a chicken's head off. And it will keep on running and twitching.
Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears. Not me man, I can't pack enough into these years. I don't care if it's spring, summer, winter or fall.
My doctor told me that if was time for me to have my X-rays. Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day. The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall.
There was a boy who liked to wiggle his tooth loose. So he could show it. Then we'd watch while he'd tie it to a doorknob. Wind up and then slam it. .
After seven days he was quite tired so God said. "Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread". He gathered up some people he had made. Created blankets and laid back in the shade.
I've all my wisdom teeth. Two up top, two beneath. And yet I'll recognize. My mouth says things that aren't so wise. . But when I sing my darling's praise.
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on. But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended. And all I've ever seen will be forgotten.
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook. The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling. Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write.
I was walking through the country. And passing through lovely scenery. When I came upon some rotting remains. And though the carcass was wormy. Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
I've been aching to sneeze. Begging please, pretty please. But I can't get the thing to come out. . I've been down on my knees. I've been pissing on trees.