MADE ESPECIALLY FOR CHILDREN.
Never underestimate the amount of skin that’s in your MacBook’s keyboard.
I’m making love to your bucket list
In a small town with a frying pan for a brain
And she’ll never make it back in time to tuck you in for bed
With lightbulbs where her toes should be
Sticking to every floor that you float on
After all these years of crummy carpentry
You’d think you would know
But you don’t
Never think that your best work is behind you.
When I fall apart, I come back better than before like the cat with the sertraline powder on his broken shoelace.
Radiation ransom devours the elementary kids in the bankrupt refrigerator, complimentary bids in the auctioning off of old grandpa’s toothpick.
I’m listening through CLAYE 1-7 (without 3, without interludes). I can’t believe how far its come. Continuing…
CLAYE IS GETTING THERE.
And I never would’ve known about it if I hadn’t smelled that lady that one time.
Berlinnaise: Mayonnaise. Made in Berlin.
Just something to think about.
Tattoo idea: A measuring ruler. On one’s penis.