He bought her a rose It died in her hand He baked her banana cake Anaphylaxis kicked in He gave her a puppy It peed on her skirt He took her skating Her head took eight stitches He threw a pebble at her window It shattered the glass He tinkered with her engine It blew […]
Archive | January, 2006
Yoko Ono was my favourite beach boy
Brian Wilson lay in bed while Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.