davey g. johnson:
I Am Warm Golden Syrup on Hot Tar on Toasted Rye
davey g. johnson:
How Would I Look With Ovaries?
davey g. johnson:
I Just Aspirated My Third Eye
davey g. johnson:
How Will I Ever Manage?
davey g. johnson:
He Married This. He Really Married This?
davey g. johnson:
I Can Never Tell Her About the Lice in the Pastry
davey g. johnson:
My Good Cheer Blinds Others to My Fundamental Lack of Sense
davey g. johnson:
If They Knew My Subconscious Was Walleyed, They'd Shut Down Utterly
davey g. johnson:
In My Sleep, I Have a Pup Named Kal-El. He Speaks to Me In This World
davey g. johnson:
I Long For A Pacifier of Lapis Lazuli; It Is All That Will Quell My Turmoil
davey g. johnson:
I May Have Oversold Myself to the Nuns; I Will Shanghai/Shank Your Girlfriend
davey g. johnson:
I Crave Nutmeats and Souls
davey g. johnson:
My Endocrine System Could Seduce Half of New South Wales
davey g. johnson:
Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov Lives in My Tailbone, Sometimes Other Parts of Me
davey g. johnson:
Apes and Fighter Jets Make Me Weep Like Tammy Faye