The shape of the moon smells brownLike standing barefoot on a leather carpet. Cause that makes scents. And that, makes cents.
I Want Dreams I want dreams, Of you, I want to lose myself, In thoughts of you, I want to soar, On winds of night with you, Bring me the dreams, Of you...
If you are going to read nonsense then it should be quality nonsense.The Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and... See More »
