Pity the fool. It's hard but he broke a rule. And that isn't done. Somehow, someday, Brother will use a gun. Just walking the town. Just painting it sad.
I am the warrior. I serve the death machine. Losers or conquerors. All flash past on my silver screen. . Death is no easy answer. For those who wish to know.
Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes. He gives for what he's got. And what he's got he says he has not. Stole from anyone. . It's not that he don't tell the truth.
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I've been working hard, trying to sing and play guitar.. Growing out my hair, and practicing my stare.. . Paid to fake it in a traveling band,. And I'm working undercover for the man..
Words are like. The middle class. A drinking glass. A mask. . Words are like. A Spanish town. A wedding gown. A crown. . Words are like. A happy dream.
When the ship runs out of ocean. And the vessel runs aground. Land's where we know the boat is found. Now there's nothing unexpected. 'Bout the water giving out.
Like a ghost. Writer's ending. She will send you down. She's in love with her broken heart. She's in love with the dark. She's in love with her broken heart.
Very sad sack is a sad bag. Very very sad very sad sack. Withered hope says she is his friend. To the end but she doesn't like very sad sack. . Today withered hope saw the very sad sack.
Look at all the people in the window. I'm checking out the people in the window. I was uncomfortable. Now I'm uncomfortable. The trouble I encountered when I thought it was, it was a window.
The pro is here to lead the way,. To save the day,. Wicked little critta.. He clips the puck from Bobby Orr,. He shoots, he scores. Wicked little critta..
Now, in the summer of life, sweetheart. You say you love but me. Gladly I give all my heart to you. Throbbing with ecstasy. But last night I saw, while a-dreaming,.
No More Mister Nice Guy. I Love the Dead. I've been thinking about it. Now I understand what he said. . Ask me now. I understand the words that Alice said.
The sun is mass of incandescent gas. A gigantic nuclear furnace. Where hydrogen is built into helium. At a temperature of millions of degrees. Yo-ho, it's hot.
The sun is a miasma. Of incandescent plasma. The sun's not simply made out of gas. No, no, no. . The sun is a quagmire. It's not made of fire. Forget what you've been told in the past.
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas. A gigantic nuclear furnace. Where hydrogen is built into helium. At a temperature of millions of degrees. . Yo ho, it's hot, the sun is not.
All right!. Back in ancient times. You know that things then weren't that easy. So many different tribes. So many different ways of writing. So, who put the alphabet in alphabetical order?.
A woman came up to me and said, "I'd like to poison your mind. With wrong ideas that appeal to you, though I am not unkind". She looked at me, I looked at something written across her scalp,.
There was a swirling mass of water that lived in a quiet pond. It asked permission from its master to visit the lands beyond. And its master allowed it to fly.
Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms. When you turn around to look it's gone behind you. On its face it's wearin' your confused expression.