My melon soul Crushed by your Gallagher of apathy
As we say in Portugal, they brought the bus and they left the bus in front of the goal.
They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.
Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.
Men and Melons are hard to know.
Sometimes you just have to chop a zombie like a melon. What can I say?