The plan, no will
Just leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
For tonight write it for a joke
An unbroken code, it's no one's snow in the middle of the road
Write none and leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
Write a word for the fear of bees and nothing else
In the crease of a lonely book on the shelf
And leave it in reference only for it to be found
By your anonymous homie creased writing pen pall
Or fear none
And leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
All the small tools
For an heirloom pocket watch
And the watch kept warm and working
In a raw skank's crotch
Just leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
An unbroken code, it's no one's snow in the middle of the road
Write none and leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
In the crease of a lonely book on the shelf
And leave it in reference only for it to be found
By your anonymous homie creased writing pen pall
And leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
For an heirloom pocket watch
And the watch kept warm and working
In a raw skank's crotch
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anonymous homie creased writing pen pal
So if you were reading a book, and in the middle, just saw, "Apiphobia", what would you write in response?
Does,
"For an heirloom pocket watch And the watch kept warm and working In a raw skank's crotch"
Remind anyone else of the Christopher Walken scene in Pulp Fiction?
Yup!
Yup!
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