Rum. Green. Bitch. Gait.
Happiness is a warm gun.
Mustard. Tennis. Curve. Death.
Thanks for revealing to me that I'm a pathetic loser when it comes to women, Mommy.
Table. Sleeve. Planet. Box.
Running to stand still.
Paper. Coffin. Tower. Wrist.
Let's go where all the people flow to and fro, speaking of my Juliet and her Romeo.
Car. Art. Drool. Cellar.
While my guitar gently weeps.
Gum. Camera. Pick. Love.
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