In My Bottle.
A Ring. A Ring. A Ring. An Apple on my Pillow.
Mr. Jesus, Sir?
I haven’t the faintest clue as to whom you may be Referring to. You silly shit Or maybe I do.
I will always remember the times we shared upon the tops of those fortune...– Not located in the Great Gatsby
When will he find
Me. I am not. Who does it speak to. I shall rememeber When? I am Master of all that is Round.
DON'T PATRONIZE ME!
I am invisible. I remain Aloof. They don’t see me But I see them. Wait. Damn they saw me.
Amelia, I love....
It wasn’t that i didn’t want to go. It was more along the lines of… If I did go she wouldn’t want back her fish. Damn that leg of mine.
This is the place.
But this is not the country.