k

the k goes in the k hole

is on the edge of the end of the

is on the edge of the end of the

street poetry

i think i saw some street poetry today. someone had painted the letter l in yellow down the middle of the road. it looked like it went on for miles.

louie

doh dee da da doot, doh dee da da doot, doh dee gn gn da da dee de, doh de da da doot

reality

reality is just everyone's way of pretending the same thing

since

since 1964, waiting for the light to change

l

l0v3ly