I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
I close my eyes, and see a million pages flying around
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
Green sun, won’t you kiss me? Purple cloud, is what I am to you. Let’s cross the bridge,
Susan’s a sexy princess, that married me years ago. We met at the
I perish in the sand, as the ball rolls away. I have nothing in my hand, and nothing in my mouth. It’s a dark cloud,
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
Right now, we are a very dim star, but before too long our
I want to eat her doughnut hole for a scrumptious
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I will always be. You can count on me. If there’s anything
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that