brown walls, there was a picture
in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus...
... and another of the Virgin of Cobre.
These were relics of his wife.
Once there had been a tinted photograph
of his wife on the wall.
But he had taken it down because
it made him too lonely to see it.
It was on the shelf in the corner,
under his clean shirt.
Tomorrow is the th day.
Eighty-five is a lucky number.
Howd you
brown walls, there was a picture
in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus...
... and another of the Virgin of Cobre.
These were relics of his wife.
Once there had been a tinted photograph
of his wife on the wall.
But he had taken it down because
it made him too lonely to see it.
It was on the shelf in the corner,
under his clean shirt.
Tomorrow is the th day.
Eighty-five is a lucky number.
Howd you
brown and woven
into his tangled locks is a wreath of flowers. He is a
legendary "Green Man" or "Wild Man" who lives the free
life of a hermit alone in the deep woods.
Jack, the "Green Man," feeds morsels of bread and fruit to
the animals dancing around his feet. He is a friend to
all the beasts of the forest and carries food for them in
a split-willow basket. Birds fly down and land on his
head
brown hair
Sorry, I cant think of any Meat Loafs
with Cheese Fries
or Onion Rings or Pouched Eggs
Or Fried Fillet of Fish
that match that description
Last time we were here,
I think he had the pork chops
Oh why didnt you say so?
Thats because we supposedly
have the best pork chops in the city
You ever tried them?
No, I havent
Why not?
What, are you religious or something?
Listen, have you seen hi