Tuesday is a smile. How are you today?
Tuesday is a smile that never goes away.
Christmas is Rick Ocasek. We were just
what we were. Dogs of summer. And a little bit
to. Let me say. It is the nicest of you.
What is the single sound of a thought crying?
Never has a moment and then. It was my birthday... but birthdays lay before me in both
directions in a field of lies.
The single hair of a saint.
drawn of the fire... drawn of the reason...
drawn of the conclusion.
My thoughts deny my...
Everything points to nowhere but a conversation.
And then there was one.
left upon the silence.
Nixon said that his son was
unintended.
O' those were the days.
300 and counting.
And what can August bring. Rain I believe.
It can bring rain.