you can keep
the ghosts
Get back in bed, Merv
She immediately
charged that age
It's not-very
scientific Nerf
You wanna talk science?
The last harvest for okra
through the gears
Get a basket
There are already
circles in the cops
Spielbergian cliffs
the drone on the lips
of my vision
O God swirled my trackpad
LA mission control in John Cena's arse
the Sun cooked his brain
the score is controlling this
the teeth
of McConaughey
So that was
We got Tom's scores back
Jizz?
You heard knives that forgot Willie Howell?
Someone nude everyday?
A nutseuse?
Every last one of 'em
You didn't expect
this dirt
You could pay for a live dream
You consist of about 1:30
Everyone still wears hats in the future
You'd hate Farmer Dad
Grandpa Seth
I don't like artforms
You're traveling through space here on land, too
It's a brutal sound
Just bass and creaking boards
Earth!
His back burly
His back again, His back is turned
His coordinates
He is Orpheus with the harp of the maths
and it's this car-ride that's igniting her fervor
she's sleeping through
The light splits the light and it's spectral
