"Diamond ring in box 121. | |
"Do you know how many black leather jackets," with poppers and a cock-ring in the left pocket we got back here? | |
"From fling to ring in 60 days." | |
"Goat Boy can make a bell ring in your stomach" | |
"If I hide the ring in her food, will she choke?" | |
"Diamond ring in box 121. | |
"Do you know how many black leather jackets," with poppers and a cock-ring in the left pocket we got back here? | |
"From fling to ring in 60 days." | |
"Goat Boy can make a bell ring in your stomach" | |
"If I hide the ring in her food, will she choke?" | |
(Door buzzes and beeps, telephone rings in distance) Hey. We got our connection to the church. | |
(phone rings in distance) My mom wouldn't let me go to a concert alone until I was 16. | |
(telephone rings in distance) | |
* the phone rings in the middle of the night * * my father yells * | |
- (Telephone rings in distance) - It's a lot to process. | |
(Door buzzes and beeps, telephone rings in distance) Hey. We got our connection to the church. | |
(phone rings in distance) My mom wouldn't let me go to a concert alone until I was 16. | |
(telephone rings in distance) | |
* the phone rings in the middle of the night * * my father yells * | |
- (Telephone rings in distance) - It's a lot to process. | |
-He rang in sick. | |
A kindergarten teacher found it and rang in at 8.30. | |
And that's how I rang in my 40th. | |
And when she said these things.. .. only one word rang in my head. | |
But after that the place, the name 'Musashino' rang in me like a summons. | |
-He rang in sick. | |
A kindergarten teacher found it and rang in at 8.30. | |
And that's how I rang in my 40th. | |
And when she said these things.. .. only one word rang in my head. | |
But after that the place, the name 'Musashino' rang in me like a summons. | |
"Beils...are ringing in my ears." | |
"Who the hell you been ringing in Taiwan, boy?" | |
"l hear bells ringing in my heart for your love" | |
# Classical music blasting masks the ringing in my ears # | |
'Cause it's not the echo of the shots still ringing in my head... or the line on page three saying some other black man dead. | |
- Those bells haven't rung in years. | |
Amanda can't get that last rung in.? | |
Doorbell hasn't rung in months, and two visitors in one hour? | |
Even though I'm, like, at the bottom of the rung in the old malakal, I'm not going to be poo pants because the more you're poo pants the sooner you're going out. | |
He's like the bottom rung in a bag of hammers. He's a shockingly handsome guy who spends all day with her and tackles insane, drunken, heavily-armed girlfriend shooters. | |
"Beils...are ringing in my ears." | |
"Who the hell you been ringing in Taiwan, boy?" | |
"l hear bells ringing in my heart for your love" | |
# Classical music blasting masks the ringing in my ears # | |
'Cause it's not the echo of the shots still ringing in my head... or the line on page three saying some other black man dead. | |
- Those bells haven't rung in years. | |
Amanda can't get that last rung in.? | |
Doorbell hasn't rung in months, and two visitors in one hour? | |
Even though I'm, like, at the bottom of the rung in the old malakal, I'm not going to be poo pants because the more you're poo pants the sooner you're going out. | |
He's like the bottom rung in a bag of hammers. He's a shockingly handsome guy who spends all day with her and tackles insane, drunken, heavily-armed girlfriend shooters. | |