in the twilight hours dream can I
seal the lavender factory in 3
feet of solid good intention pleas...
in silence...
in sadness...
in gods name, we must...
blame it all on that Big Yellow Bird in
that goddamn Hippie bus
he tried to make us learn something until I taught that bitch how to rotisserie
Hehehe!
alls well that ends up...
Well done!