The clouds are pink today

The water is silver

My hands have become signpost

How is the light in your head?

Many Advil are singing

The death of the spoon was a great tragedy, I know

Please, I hope that all is well with corn

Ah, I do see how the dirt is now only plastic

Camouflage? No, only a big Shepard

Quiet the tile I presume

If the mailboxes keep raining I will be forced to eat chocolate pudding

Don't worry the pope will still dance

Indeed, when granite gave birth to Earl Grey, I was sure that we were through

Did you hear that too sweetest?


Your Well Known Stranger

A.KA: Ashelin