Sandwiches. Friend told me this today and had to share
Enjoy the silence.
When their lips move
He was out of meth. Why was the old Mexican sad All his friends are dead.
Because it sticks to itself.
Scream and scratch at the top of his coffin.
Alphabet Soup.
On rye on rye on rye.
In bytes
They like rock.
Broom-mates.
Sandwiches.
