| lubbock art and frame I go everywhere, I go nowhere, ask me if I care. Nothing but bitter cold in the world, not worth my time. Tell me there's a great big sun, a fountain of youth, don't care. I'll stay inside and put ravioli in my hair and jelly in my socks. Is that wrong? You are just a feather blowing in the wind. Try as you might, you are nothing. Might as well accept your role in the universe. Get out the can, turn the opener, ravioli looks me in the eye. Wonderful, grateful ravioli, put it, put it, put it! Accent it with jelly, preferably grape, wipe it on your shins, rub it in! I mock your floaty ways. |
