Sat in Snow
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
Ding-Dong Bell
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
BLING
Various restaurants, various waiters
Philosophy
Something is in the sky
MOUNTAIN
There are man words for this in Tibet
MUG
I'd like to take you (stop there)
NAIL
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
New Orleans
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood
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