Susan killed her self today. She wrote a letter saying goodbye to
Sunshine covers the cover, joy fills up the space. Ever since he met
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
If I had a brain, it would be made of green slime.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
I’m peaceful like a dove, or a still pool of water.
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
I’ve got a cherry, and that cherry is mine. I’ve got a rose, and that rose is fine. So close,
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
I want to give up the ketchup, and go take on the