Do the memories of lunch fresh off my breath convey a story?
Can you tell by the shirt I am wearing that I never get dessert?
Is a moment in a photo worth a verse, or worse, is a photo of a moment like a tombstone in reverse?
Are we what we eat?
Does that make me coffee, and you a green apple?
Is Lucielle in Vernon, BC the fingernail she just accidentally swallowed?
This is a KODAK moment, here, sitting on this couch.
I guess my epitaph will have to read: ATE GOOD MEN.
Can you tell by the shirt I am wearing that I never get dessert?
Is a moment in a photo worth a verse, or worse, is a photo of a moment like a tombstone in reverse?
Are we what we eat?
Does that make me coffee, and you a green apple?
Is Lucielle in Vernon, BC the fingernail she just accidentally swallowed?
This is a KODAK moment, here, sitting on this couch.
I guess my epitaph will have to read: ATE GOOD MEN.
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