Some syrup may get on your chicken but that's okay.
have I gone nuts? I'm sitting in this cafe so I can get wireless and every freaking song seems like its about me
this is kind of like one of the songs I heard a simple place Meg Smith Will you follow me into the last room, where sun draws an ocean of apricot along the walls, floor and clouds of blankets. I live for this low fog. You will say it, and I will say it, or not, or simply move together toward the sweetness of ebbing light.
those lyrics are so pretty, and compelling. I really like "sun draws an ocean of apricot"
I always liked the lyric about the moon hitting your eye like a big pizza pie.
ouch! those anchovies really sting.
i LOVE pizza!