

no.
i'll be back.
fine, i'll be stomach, but you always get to be back, i was stomach last time, it's not fair.
i was kind of going for corny, it's my m.o.
you should probably get a new stomach, that's the problem, a stomach that hates ice cream and bacon? that's like a flower that hates sunlight.
i am more concerned with today than i am tomorrow, yet i am more concerned with tomorrow than i am yesterday.
food, coming soon to a stomach near you.
an exception of game, witha a bullet in my stomach.
la la land. a place where i only dream. where my stomach yearns food. and my mouth yearns moisture. water. steak. enthusiasm can't fill every waking moment. of course we talk about this. we try to live about this. but it's no reality. maybe i should consider sublime.
always have something beautiful around to heal the eyes.
my stomach turns over...i'm hungry.
my heart turns over...i'm lonely.
my body turns over...i'm sleeping.
i want to see chics with weapons...guitars, banjos, pianos, drums, accordians, and harmonicas.