Rhine wine. Car horn. . misheard. bybarfvagina. . I'm pretty sure instead of "played my name around," Trey says "exposed myself at the mall." See all.
Guyute was the ugly pig. Who walked on me and danced a jig. That he had learned when he was six. Then stopped and did some other tricks. . Like pulling weapons from his coat.
Aboard a craft bereft of oar, I rowed upstream to find Lenore. Abducted by a bandit or a king from some forgotten war. And mindful of his larval craze, the rhino tropic micro-gaze.
I can bend in in sixty-eight ways. I have lived for twelve thousand days. Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head. Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead.
Welcome this is a farmhouse. We have cluster flies alas. And this time of year is bad. We are so very sorry. There is little we can do but swat them. .
If time were only part of the equation. Then you could draw the boundaries of our cage. You wouldn't pile another stone upon me. And I'd be happy just to watch you age.
I'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head. Starts me up and stops me, and puts me into bed. He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk.
Down with disease. Three weeks in my bed. Trying to stop these demons that keep dancing in my head. . Down with disease. Up before the dawn. A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn, and I keep.
You may as well keep your belly full. For the time may come when you'll rely. On the layer of fat that separates you. From the rabid dog and the common fly.
Listen now I'm talking. I've been here for weeks. Waiting in this growing crowd. Staring at my feet. . The world around me's turning. I'm just standing still.
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker. I'm Jezmund the family berserker. I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice. The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life.
I was taught a month ago. To bide my time and take it slow. But then I learned just yesterday. To rush and never waste the day. Well I'm convinced the whole day long.
"Looking for owls?", the young man asked. Hoping to lighten the tension. And the scowl he received as his only reply. Made him smile as he relived the mention.
There have been times that I wander. And times that I don't. Concepts I'll ponder. And concepts I won't ever see. God is not one of these. Former or latter.
If you're just staring at your walls. Observing echoing footfalls. From tenants wandering distant halls. Then this one is for you. . If children playing all around.
The woman was a dream I had. Though rather hard to keep. For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep. . For when my hand was holding hers.
When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts. When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand. Ideas that would take me all around the world.
Happy, happy, oh my friend. Blow out candles once again. Leave the presents all inside. Take my hand and let's take a ride. . Backwards down the number line.
Leigh Fordham sold me out. 46 days and the coal ran out. Please come 'round here another day. Sit yourself down when you're ready to stay. . She dug down when they took the town.