The Nuthouse Welcome to the nuthouse
ooo parking lot cleaner ooo with little burly brushes spinning for me eeeejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj round and round on its singular front tire oh Captain Jack eeeejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj and there eeeejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj whose parking spot shall I stall Captain Jack |
The Mushroom Once upon a time there was a mushroom the choice was fork or spoon how strange I clutched my throat and in the moment of lapse |