Her here with me I know her, fix anything that’s wrong

Writer who shams more than him

We could never get them to hang onto the Basket or a Message

This sort of thing to cover any imperfections strangling me

Next time you hear me [just] make sure you’re listening

I will forever use your Belly as a Message Board

Born without a puppet, what can I say I improvise well

I wanted this blog for my contradictions