Down on Cyprus Avenue. With a childlike vision leaping into view. Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe. Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George. Marching with the soldier boy behind. He's much olde
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow. Dolce crop top, my play close down. Those Cline wedges are way downtown. Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down. Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out.
Need no polar bear to scare me. No eskimo to share with me his fate. Whoah!. We outta space. No blogosphere to sell me. No dolphin needs to tell me. No starving kid, to make the case Counterblas
Headin' from El Paso. Ridin' down the highway. Look out my window. What do I see. Some armadillo done gone crazy. Flew in front of semi. Man, looks like squash to me. . Thinkin' 'bout my my ba