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pensamientos pesados

if you can't be good

the night goes to sleep

seven legged octopus who's eighth leg was delicious

why won't the other kids play with me?

if a Nelliesaurus blows you kisses...RUN!

diet when you die

you're no monster to me

mutant with Hemmingway beard

chinese scorpions

back home I'm a beauty queen

little miss lion tail

if it wasn't screwed on...

there's a giant who wants to shake your hand

guarded of course by the welsh mountain sheep

that bump on your head looks nasty

three heads are better than one

fishy looking wig

two headed girl

another bad idea

fledgelings nestled 'neath their wings

bird suit disguise

they weren't going to wait

some quickly took root (bnw)

ladies waited for a canoe to take them shopping in the blizzards

Bill built a balloon

shudder and shiver as puddle becomes river

we're monsters to these people

shadows formed upon the rise

head in the clouds

with their sharpened teeth and peculiar features

grown men turned into lizzards

where am I taking me?

bearded bird tree

curious though their shape and size

that crow, you know? Went on to grow

when at last those storms died out

they made their way up to high ground

so some trees uprooted

those floods even flushed out the minotaur

with the torment nigh approaching

clouds got tangled in the trees

how do they stay up in the sky?

the leaves were leaving, blown away

the clouds were high

jump in and drive your own car

skeleton in Y-fronts

three against Juan

clouds would gather as one

where two rivers meet

as the crow flies

I can't remember

the eyes of the storm

blowing a gale away

and through the darkness...

footballer's legs

the silly thing

football on the brain

we very much wanted to 'meat' you