Excuse me, I'd like to introduce you to a new kind of centaur -- it's half horse and half glue
It's the 90's now, and tasks will be asked of you. It's not enough to go around doing doing what you have to do. I like wine in the afternoon, bitters in the evening, and a shift in life's meaning for every single season. What I mean, is time keeps tugging at the seams and soon I'll be the one thats staring into the high beams
Shoes on the table, with no intent of lacing up. Cats in the dog park, they're occupied, just raining pups
Hate to be on Nicollet when Eat Street eats you. I'll be heading around the corner from Go-Go to come and greet you
This is a bring-your-own-brazenness establishment, and if you want to wait on yourself, that'd be fabulous. We can't guarantee all the rules will be regular, we can guarantee a relatively steady temperature
I go from cut off, to reattached, grown up and thrown out, to dreams of a bleak past, to rehash some old trash, to this, that, and the other. Knocked back to a curved surface and fell off it -- these are a few of my favorite topics
He talked the Buddha's ear off, with no regard for his advice. He crumbled in that corner, which I must admit I kinda liked. Don't be startled, you've stumbled upon an old start. This is just a brief survey and thank you for taking part