The short, chubby, depressed cooking dog couldn’t escape her task for hundreds of years,
The sky is the most precious gem
Whatever happened to the sun
I want to own art objects
Meditating skeletons for you pleasure...
Death was on her, clear as a command.
What in the world is the secret of the pond in this garden?
When I die, I want to come back as one of these.
share secrets about sauces
The Gurgling
I would move to Mars if a magikoopa gave me a roman thumbs down
You look like you’re trying to see an angel. Can I help you with that?
Teacup Tempest
He created me, that’s why I respond whenever he talks.
They sing about death like it was a woman.