an there’s a lot of the world that needs saving
bomb-dived by a cocky
a clock that’s wound down
hitting bedrock bone
can you still dream?
I might do the whole drag thing at some stage . . .
you totally should
that was meant to be a smile not a dollar
death is always plausible
she’s hitting the find rhyme button
when once one has seen god
what is the remedy?
warning: the fire alarm system is operated
stand by for further instructions
cheese and chocolates is your creativity
no more happy hours!
there’s nothing wrong with me
there’s nothing wrong with me
there’s nothing wrong with me
reach an extreme of emptiness
it’s almost a category error
for every substitution instance of a propositional function
there is a truth functional operator
but it didn’t ruin my life
