They come to me like moths because I shine like the moon. I travel along on the fringe close to the lunatics in town. Across the air Rickenbacker notes float gently above the lawn.
Dogs shift allegiances across the tall green grass waiting to be mowed. Maybe us is now only you are just waiting to be drawn. We need fresh sounds in the dollhouse to go.
Can you hear the tune the clarinet plays Steve? Roger Wilco over and out. It's a special song for special people to help them get into a good college. Maybe make a computer's sign for computer scientists.
Slipped like water on the glass and the cookies for Seo to drive to Laggan today have fallen prey in the neighborhood. You can drive to the end of your world as you know it with red ribbons in your hair.
(c) & (p) 2012 subconscious mind publication company
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