Applause is a strange thing. Applesauce makes much more sense.
April is the month of death and longing. I continue to scramble and I trip over my own feet. Every moment feels like it's five minutes to hindsight. What do you do when your knees go out from jumping through too many hoops? I'm going to need a walker soon. Weather in Texas has been beautiful. It's been absolutely beautiful, like a home team victory. I've been recovering from all the carpet burns on my mind. You're such a sappy cello tonight. But such happiness! It makes me want to slip into my skinny jeans and dance around while eating low fat yogurt. If I could see the inside of your eyelids, I could understand all your dreams. This life is a fist fight and our jaws are porcelain. We eat up the uppercuts and gulp down the shortcuts. Make sense?
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No, it doesn't. :o)
And do you really have skinny jeans?
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