I'm so tired

She don't have a kung fu grip. But she has legs made for runway kick turns.

Price Rite parking lot

You/You've got a pretty car/I think I wanna drive it drive it/You drive a little dangerous/Take you to your Crib/Rip you off/Junque amor

ou es-tu?

Pat the spoon on the blood and stir it in the hot coffee; he will drink it and become yours until death, Wilma said.
This is not blood; this is the blight of noon in November; the eternal leaning at the sink where truth comes while halving and then quartering a seedy fruit almost gone by.