one's splitting atoms and inventing new breakfast cerals in the shape of their nation's borders and drawing brand new maps, discreetly expanding their nation's borders (chorus): It's
andrew broder: you die, you become a color you die, you become a number you die, you become laughter you die, you become sound hem my pants on a brand
. the innocence in children's laughter can be confused with a touch of evil. at what age can a child detect deception in a jack-o-lantern's smile (and
sockless on sundays. white undershirts, ass-tight baseball shorts from the jag to the drugstore without popping wood. "double dip of rocky-road." it's
why?: america's a blinding place for nightlife. the highlights: america's a binding place and i might tangle you in your own fists like two hundred feet
why?: your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble, sending the tiny blood men to every little limb that loves me. your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble, sending
all american male product shelf-life agony, masturbate your birthday party... if you're lonely, get a lobotomy. (props to ornette coleman for trying to
a perfect gun. all them boys and all they noise, all them boys and all they noise. why?: right now, i am not installing a carborator in my uncle's minibus
about certain things. hoping no one challenges your wonderful lie of the wisdom of daydreams. you can pluck the spot right off a ladybug's back, put
why?: people make sure their hair looks good before they walk in a room. airplane blankets smell like brand new baseball uniforms (and they don't keep
stars sang the national anthem of sweaty disbelief, of coelacanth teeth, to scream loud enough to shatter the roof of a coral reef and the shrapnel ground up into paint for robin's
it makes perfect sense for children to practice having love affairs at summer camp, it's practical evolution; the perfect chance to pollenate another
in the middle of the on-ramp. and as the water level in the van, it began to rise, he attributed the water to the bass guitar. (and that's probably why
