Dinner is only relative to the moon
The people I work with are, in fact, psychos. Literally. Stories galore.
Distant meows are pleasing to the membrane of this cell. Give me time to extract this silver spoon. Let me launch another line.
I had dinner with the neighbors (the ones with the cars). They're good people.
Told me I was an anorexic. Told them it was untrue.
I don't like all the responsibility I have been given. Party in the art school anyone? Lord knows it's my second house.
I want to hang out with underclasspersons...they don't exist on this plain. Sad.
Lobotomies for Mother Russia. Tarantula and Midas, keep your fucking distance.
Distant meows are pleasing to the membrane of this cell. Give me time to extract this silver spoon. Let me launch another line.
I had dinner with the neighbors (the ones with the cars). They're good people.
Told me I was an anorexic. Told them it was untrue.
I don't like all the responsibility I have been given. Party in the art school anyone? Lord knows it's my second house.
I want to hang out with underclasspersons...they don't exist on this plain. Sad.
Lobotomies for Mother Russia. Tarantula and Midas, keep your fucking distance.