In words, and questions, and patterns

Sublime. LBC. Wanda. And her (surprisingly popular) thong strut. Liar. Within an inch of Drew's life. Who? Grow up. Opa. B.MacArthur, Bank Teller and socialist. M.Killarney, hotel receptionist and restorian. I like the little things. Like the way a good glass feels in your hand.

Will you stand for King Carl? He now sleeps surely, and such an autographed appointment is truly in the past. We can only hold our thumbs, as they say, that such a tactic was made good.

There is a road, and there is a line, Wanda, and we constantly gaze upon it. No matter how eclectic such Tuesdays, no matter how amenable the job's intellectual rigor... Can't you just hear the wind blow? Maybe you'd like a friend of mine to hit... I'm already gone, Sally. Say nice things about me...

For can't you just hear Samarkanda knocking, deafening, quiet, persistent, at the beginning of the end of every sip? 1000 places to see before you die? Shit, a thousand places to be, people to be, before the fall. Shout it out loud. Surely the King's Counsel did as much. As I dream I live. Just think for five seconds about the King of Sweden. Bookends. Liar. And her (surprisingly popular) Lasenza push-up. Wanda. LBC. Sublime.