my mother says that. rain is angels. who are crying. up in heaven. and i believe that. 'cause when sad things happen. it starts raining. it's been raining.
sally monelli met milli vanilli. they all got real sick and ran for hillbillies. and beverly clearly told me a story. now i honk for beezus in all of her glory.
i sat in the swamp with a little pink piggy. who loved roller-skating and playing pretend. the boy that she loved was a real snackmaster. the world was a beach ball and we were all friends.
I was always strong as long as we were a team. I crawled into somebody's heart who meant the world to me. love made me strong enough to be alone and set me free.
I like my car, it's a really good car. I got it at a Farmer's Market from the person who only made it. Maybe someday I'll paint it, odds colors that I like.
When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side. Of the road, turn out the lights, get out and look up at the sky. And I do this to remind me that I'm really, really tiny.
once i knew a little girl who refused to eat. she just banged her head against the floor and didn't sleep for a week. both of her parents were mentally delayed and they.
i ran into matlock at hadlock padlock. i said have you seen my love?. he said he was over on elkins road. face down in a puddle of blood. then i ran into blair warner.
great crap! i stuck my nose in his mouth to smell what he was saying and his words were hooked on chocolate strawberry vanilla isophonic charles in charge cards like neopolitan dianetics loaded with implosives and ready to self deconstruct his aftermath was mustached in the l ron cupboard with the rest of the michael groceries.
I said, "David, put that seven-inch on. about loving bad boys and then dance with me.". He said, "Silly ass bitch, that's my favorite song.". He put it on and we danced around like monkeys..
they can't be talking to me. this isn't real. how can i stop the nothing?. i'm just a little girl. . three thousand miles between most of your friends.
flying, sailing, dying, same thing. . when you get to heaven find all of my friends there. tell them that i miss them and i'll see them when i'm done here.
it seemed like everyone i knew was dying. i looked in the mirror and i was on fire. somebody yelled out "hey, stop, drop, and roll!". i said "that might save my skin, but it won't save my soul..
thick shakes little snakes. fashion accessories earthquakes. five and dime cherry lime. wait my turn at the back of the line. barbed wire forest fire.
silver pink ponies flying over me. you may feel strange, well, you are an angel. stuck in tight pants stuck at a high school dance. stuck doing people things not knowing you have wings.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists. And I believe they know, more than we are being told. By the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold its horses.
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in the sand. i said how did we end up here? you said happenstance. but i didn't understand so i made other plans. i ran to the ocean washed the blood off of my hands.
have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies. 'cause he wants to see you smile, have a good time, be inspired. and he doesn't want for you to cry or know he cries inside.
eyes like omens i've been told. and friends are found when keys are stolen. find the keys the corn is golden. friends have golden hearts and souls and.
there are my specs. the ones I've been looking for. I threw them out the window ten years ago. and now they're on my doorstep. . so you put one and one together.