Sunday Talk: And I feel fine

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane'Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn'world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt, no, strength. The ladder starts to clatter with a fear of height, down, height.

Wire in a fire, represent the seven games and a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.

Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine, then. Uh-oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself.

World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right'right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

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