I tremble,   in the weaving of the night
woma  inn  the morning, we will did
cousins are like, um
babes are like awash, sitting around
i sit with a copy of a xmas carol
                 such a funny thing to remember in the
          omorning
chrles dickens
y is like a dash
it's weird, instead of a two-letter
woman
start with 'we'
endnwit h
feminine sense
the e is already under
tea
maybe like,
she could make more sense

no, no
im a alive in golden
besides a and and
seems weird? dontit?
maybe

maybe still
in love

maybe two jacks a flat boy
lining the bottom of that heart sickening stomach
shes all valves
come by tonight
this isn't right
blonde and brunette
we yearn to something
with an 'e' at the end of it
we're gonna ea me alive
couggh cough drop sun
jungle tempo! ea  me a ive
sometimes it all works out
having a ride alava lable?
it al worked out well
tomorrow is thursday
xmas soon...