one drop of rain
on yr broken hand
this field is draining fast
comets w tassles
let me into th fire gate
these violets can be eaten, you know
I have been asleep on th job job
bending spoons
get that fly get that fly
bending job job
(I saw it slip away to th northeast
going 99 on a haircut. Bending spoons.)
this road is made of clay