The stars are stranded over the highs.
Someone tied a mylar balloon to a cactus.
It dances like the eighties.
The green is dead,
but the green is not immured.
The bride is alive, skipping.
Animals pee on your skull.
I pee on your skull.
His mother thinks he is still "dang handsome."
In Las Vegas a bit too long.
He asked me what I thought.
All I could say: "piggishly smooth."
"You have a nice chin."
Someone tied a mylar balloon to a cactus.
It dances like the eighties.
The green is dead,
but the green is not immured.
The bride is alive, skipping.
Animals pee on your skull.
I pee on your skull.
His mother thinks he is still "dang handsome."
In Las Vegas a bit too long.
He asked me what I thought.
All I could say: "piggishly smooth."
"You have a nice chin."
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