I am homely, driving in my car
waiting
how many words do you think are in my vocabulary
how many words do you think of me
I'm too something to something
some pre-you pre-yous I'm doing, I'm after
I'm tired
I'm sprinklers, I'm sprinkling under summer
I'm sorry, I'm out
my car will die
I'll need a jump
I'll dry eye the night
but I'll
sing at the tops of me
Truth
with its un
recognizable
bassclarinet
goodbye
I'm asleep
& truly
from the mist
from the most severest place
are my apologies
