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Words From My Three Year OldA song of tiny fists and feet.
That's why I told you don't eat when you wear your helmet.
It's not all about you.
Just give me a chance.
I'm just sorry.
My brother is under New Haven.
Where's my sister?
Ready to rule with our fearless leader.
But there's bad guys.
I'm building a machine.
Nylock are coming.
You're not my mother.
You're not my father.
You're not my parents.
Wanna grow bigger and bigger and be the clouds.
Wanna grow bigger and bigger and meet the moon.
You're beautiful, Momma.
I just love it.
I just gotta make crabby patties!
That's like me!
But he's my friend.
Where's my girlfriend?
You're going the wrong way, Daddy!
You kissed my brain.
My bones are broken.
What's it called?
What's it's name?
I just like it.
I wanna black dog.
You smell like poop.
JagermeisterI'm liquor licorice
Right between the knees.
I'm that Jäger
Like a dagger
Giving you what you please.
I'm the shards of glass
When you slam that bomb.
I'm that silky goodness
Pooled in your palm.
I'm that velvet night
Of sweet release.
Like a dagger
I'm that Jäger
Coming down as you sleep.
BriskIt's not worth the trouble or fun that we get into.
It's not worth lying and staying friends with you.
I don't regret a damn thing
And I'm not into any sort of material gain.
If you're only wish is for me to laugh and be merry
Then above all else I have no reason to say sorry.
If according to the cards we should ever meet again
Let's make it unofficial
And without a doubt unprofessional
Because with every fiber of my being
I'd rather spend time yelling
Then cross a threshold with hopes of a hug
Only to leave with wounds.
MerebethWhere’d my Merebeth go?
I just lost her but I don’t know.
She came barreling through town with a suitcase and camera.
She was sweating for a home.
Been kicked out of two.
Feeling mighty alone.
Ole Merebeth was desperate but she didn't know.
She didn't understand.
Ole Merebeth thought nothing much of the fact she needed a man.
She was bound and determined to have success.
Success etched in stone.
Had we known how real her dreams were…
We might have thrown her a bone.
Instead of a helping hand…
We allowed the wolves to roam.
Instead of cherishing what we had…
We locked her out of house and home.
And now we just want our Merebeth back.
Our dear Ole Merebeth.
Where’d she go?
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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