There I was sterile as a ping pong ball calling out toys, I never call out toys, but they kept coming into my store waving their lottery tickets, like little brass bands, each one with a big tawdry boom dat der ship had parceled. I would, and did, get real back on my haunches, you know, back like an upper animal and wail out their names, Hey! Har! Oh! and they’d grid like pottery along the wall, those old earthenware jars with the flower-flamey rims excavated from big BC and you wonder if those pre’s ever wandered through our museums whether they’d go, Hey! Har! Oh! they saved our dishes! Then the headphones and notebooks started coming in, though, those types, and that’s when anyone with half a loaf snaps the drapes and whistles himself to sleep. But hey-har-oh I don’t think so.
Drawn Out Bottle Brushes
Drawn Out Bottle Brushes
Drawn Out Bottle Brushes
There I was sterile as a ping pong ball calling out toys, I never call out toys, but they kept coming into my store waving their lottery tickets, like little brass bands, each one with a big tawdry boom dat der ship had parceled. I would, and did, get real back on my haunches, you know, back like an upper animal and wail out their names, Hey! Har! Oh! and they’d grid like pottery along the wall, those old earthenware jars with the flower-flamey rims excavated from big BC and you wonder if those pre’s ever wandered through our museums whether they’d go, Hey! Har! Oh! they saved our dishes! Then the headphones and notebooks started coming in, though, those types, and that’s when anyone with half a loaf snaps the drapes and whistles himself to sleep. But hey-har-oh I don’t think so.