i was dressed for success. but success it never comes. and i'm the only one who laughs. at your jokes when they are so bad. and your jokes are always bad. but they're not as bad as this. come join us in a prayer. we'll be waiting waiting where. everything's ending here. and all the sterile striking it defends. an empty dock you cast away. and rain upon your forehead. where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear. let's spend our last quarterstance randomly. go down to the outlet once again. painted portraits of minions & slaves. crotch mavens and one night plays. are they the only ones who laugh?. at the jokes when they are so bad. and the jokes they're always bad. but they're not as bad as this. come join us in a prayer. we'll be waiting waiting where. everything's ending here. and all the spanish candles unsold. away have gone to this. and a "run-on piece of mount on". trembles shivers runs down the freeway. i guess she spent her last quarter randomly. i guess a guess is the best i'll do. last time last time. was the best time....