I had a dream that Andy Bearnot was taking over the world with the help of army (called Gideon's Army). Everyone was talking about him in all the newspapers.
perches like an owl surveys the landscap gathers his wits sniffs out the pollen inspects his own cave takes off his shirt furthers discovery bakes a pizza eats a pizza eels with mom eels with mom
Don't you go to Nebraska. That would be a fiasca. If you stay I will bake you alaska. I've got a plate with your name on it. My last girlfriend Kate didn't want it.
I guess I second that thing. I would like sometimes to crawl inside a song lyric and live, but the melody would have to be there too. I guess that's what musical theatre is about, but it seems so contrived to me.