That Famous New York Lettuce

I Fucked up My Neck Looking at You

i'm fumbling my words...

This is What We Do, We Lose When It Counts

Plenty of Sauce, None for You

casting out the old salt...

Really I'm Fine, It Was Just a Fleeting Sense of Purpose

Horses Forever, Dude

i recall cherry blossoms...

The Most Loveable Low-Blow