Lai Chow Low
1: Sunset. Sunrise. What are you afraid of? Be my muse.
How many light years is four years? Millions.
2: Clap your hands and affirm your life, so goes.
When 'you' is an eupherism for fear.
3: You sound like a haunted mansion.
The sky on 3 7 4 was a little more beautiful.
4: When Marx isn't a Marxist.
Heart of go.
Kid going 'Love me! Hold me!' -- simply freaky.
8: Day has broken.
15: Jelly fetish.
How much do you weigh? An eternity
Passed me like a killer whale. An orca.
16: Can't recall. Only forged.
20: Not like you're dying to tell me. Not like I'm dying to know.
A menu full of things to kill.
22: Limbs akimbo.
The new minimalism is excess.
23: Street vegetarian (snigger).
27: Blend with your walls and grave.
28: No. 1 journalistic virtue: hullabaloo.
Beach with stormy skies.
"We all live in a yellow summary. Yellow summary. Yellow summary."
30: Simmer in thoughts like that before you go crazy.
31: Like a polar bear out of hibernation.
What's that? Things falling down. That hit the ground.