tortured bourgeois ascendance

Tortured Bourgeois Ascendance

How strange they must look, although there’s almost certainly no

renovations. I'm knocking down the wall between the living

dream that I sprouted a beard made of bean sprouts

and dressed to be undressed. She drops one of those

failing, the other one's right behind. I would suggest

these good things because of how they made me feel. That tingly

he teases just to tease me and he pleases just to please

the very limited circumstances in which these items are useful

jingling in his pockets. Even though more than five minutes

about givin' up your dreams and how it's all a part of gettin' older

enters and instantly those DOGS of hers are YAPPING

until we come up with a way to get rid of it quietly

so he could steal the meteorite and let us take

on a journey to the bottom of your soul.