Come write me a letter and paste it on my refrigerator door.

The boards they creak The wood it moans If these walls could share the things they know.

I'm Ten Speed of God's Blood and Burial.

Caution: Second entity identified.

Pray for us all.

Here we are juggernaut.

Time consumer, time consuming, consume me.

Panik stirred me awakened, like a ringing phone in time. Where and when would I see her?

We were stupid, and we got caught.

Picture a young boy in pieces in streets with leveled malfunctions.

Slowly discarded were the remains of his lonely youth.

The pioneers In dealing with it they'll march for dawn.

You’ll be getting home real soon, and I’ll pray for you, high health.

Poor Holly Wood. She is cracked goods.

Find that never again will you rely On the word of your friends In the unwritten end. For when you go they won’t be following.

I have no luck with girls.

Come write me a letter and paste it on my refrigerator door.

In your last hour stand, You’ll notice the one that you had loved in dreams is here among the others.

Flat line equals frantic endeavor, but I guess this will have to do now.

Draw, little piggy. Better look out for number one.