Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remember, Moon? How I am one?

but still feel weirdly ashamed of.

You guys know I love to swivel in a chair in complete darkness.

but Cheesecake and I did just fine.

and then you die... die... die.

and then we'll go back.

I've never written a whole poem.

One time I saw the employee break room at the art museum.

and just chat about poetry.

but my lie bloomed from my feelings,

For a minute I thought you were gone,

I guess being responsible doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Or gaze at a bear ♪

Well, I couldn't stop dipping my fork into it,

And now, a man who promised me in the woods that he was a poet.

Crapple sauce. I forgot.

All right, everybody

Wondering if we took a wrong turn.

And would it kill you to be exhausted

And I've always thought female poets are--

but you love to see those choo choos go round.

from when I was in high school.

I admire that so much.

Sorry about that.

And, uh, this one just says, "Good morning, rake."

That's exactly the word.

bite to eat and then circle back

I'm talking about an all-access tour

Your underwear always feels wet, front and back.

♪ His boyfriend's a dancer whose name is Tim ♪

- from writing outside in the elements by the river. - Got it.

filling up with rage diarrhea?

you've put thousands of hours and dollars into

that homework stinks.

This sounds like the start of a fairy tale.

But then I would never actually call myself a poet.

There are some pretty nice ones in the scarf hamper

that ends in a very fun surprise destination.

about taking the last Toaster Strudel this morning.

and, well, now I've really done it.

So, we're in a cell that floods with icy cold water?

You know it. I can't wait to be your guide

Don't worry, guys. I'm not gonna be hard on you