I'm Not A Ice Cream, I'm A

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.

If You Fall Down Those Stairs And Break Both Of Your Legs, Don't Come Running To Me!

He Had Everything A Dream Boy Should Have. Back, Front, Sides, Everything. A Head.