My melon soul Crushed by your Gallagher of apathy
They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.
As we say in Portugal, they brought the bus and they left the bus in front of the goal.
Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.
Men and Melons are hard to know.
Sometimes you just have to chop a zombie like a melon. What can I say?