I had a dream about you. Flowers were overflowing in the cemetery so we decided to have a picnic there. You brought apple pie and I brought my Aunt Mildred whod been dead for some time and I just hadnt gotten around to disposing of her body. I thought youd think me both efficient and romantic but it turns out you didnt. You only saw the romantic side of my action.

You gotta make it a priority to make your priorities a priority.

Dear Lynda Carter Please be with me in my hour of need. Especially if I dont have to twirl around to get my powers.

Nobody really cares if youre miserable so you might as well be happy and make the most of where you are

Nobody really cares if youre miserable so you might as well be happy and the make the most of where you are.

I had a dream about you. You were a tax collector and I was a man with a noose around my neck hanging from a tree. You said I could be freed if Id only pay my taxes and I said as long as I paid taxes Id never be free. I said I was freer in a noose than I was under the tax lasso.

I had a dream about you. I left for the country club you the mountain top knowing that at our reunion one would fall. When golf clubs fence with skis both summer and winter are painted red. In the contact sports of the wealthy the seasons are no longer impersonal forces.

I had a dream about you. You were you but you were manya multitude of mannequins each named Manny. And I was me but I was Dark Jar Tin Zoo and as such I made love to youall of you. Then I woke up alone naked cuddling a mannequin I named after you who smells like you because I spray it with the same fragrance you used to wear. Is that crazy No I didnt think so either.

I had a dream about you. You were eating angel hair pasta with scissors and I was a long-haired hippy. I yelled Eating pasta with scissorsa not so subtle way to say I need a haircut. To which you replied Well I would have used silverware if you hadnt sold all the forks and spoons to pay for your Ethel Merman addiction.

I had a dream about you. You were Ginger Rogers and you were trying to teach me to dance even though my movements were as stiff as a mannequin. I think you tolerated my abysmal rhythm because I was naked and my body was so sexy it could be used to sell clothes.