Hey little boy with the bowties to spare. Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair. We tell you jump and you do it on cue. You fly alone but you know we love you.
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill. They say that there's a little girl there still. She wasn't raised like the other kids. Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz.
Do you believe in the signs of the zodiac?. Haven't you found that the systems for planning always fail?. Can you avoid what gave daddy his heart attack?.
We like to smoke pot. We like it a lot. Our small eyes are tearing. For what we have not. . The nice pipe is here. A lighter is near. I won't become freaked out.
Once it started. the frail and fainthearted. just withered to the floor. Oh so sadly. we examined hands burned badly. by that which no man fears more.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
I carry a secret message that I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings. Now, I'm sure you'll know what to do. And if it should be some bad news.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
She doesn't know the man. Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand. She just looks out to sea. He's talking endlessly. . Oh, why won't he shut up.
She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago. When East St. Louis was not far away.. She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed. Skate around and around till the night became day..
He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.. He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.. Who was he?. Oh, I'll never tell.. He has not got a thing left to sell..
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled. It's been a long time since I did the stroll. Oh let me get it back. Let me get it back, baby, where I come from.
He lives under the banyon tree. When I'm in trouble, he helps me. I hear him creep through the leaves at night. . His flesh is pink, but his fur is bright snow white!.
Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,. They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope. To declare them fish.. . We thank the Pope for granting us this wish..
PJ:. I'm so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot!. . Vincent:. I know you are, babe.. . PJ:. No, it's quite hot in here.. . Vincent:. Are you stupid?. It is the nature of a glass house..
Oh, my sweet love. He built a rotary cuff. . His shoulder got smashed. He's gotta mend and repair a device. To work where he got hit by the blast. . Oh, woe is he.
Actually, I was never conceived.. And I don't expect to be believed,. But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread.. And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led.....
Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip. A few thoughts on the subject. By a little nothing. . What was so obviously strange?. Yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation.
This letter you get it,. You burn it,. Forget it. It's not what I meant to say. You might think me a scapegrace. Really a fugitive in decay. I exist here on an acre of nature.
I am the mother, don't ever say that. You don't ever want to say what you said again. November 17dee, never ever take my ingredients. from all of you, from all the city.