Love Child
One Love
Is it the rain?
Is it a bear?
Is it my sister doing gardening at 11 pm?
Is it a prowler?
Is it a bear?
Is it my sister doing gardening at 11 pm?
Is it a prowler?
Or maybe something from the tenth dimension? They're always weird. They're part of that String Theory Conspiracy. They are to be feared. The tenth. A dimension filled with the dementia left over from that orgy where they thought cock meant chicken, that dinmension.
Did I mention dinner? I must have. There's no tenth dimension, you know!
There are 10 directions.