Can you know the mighty ocean? Can you lasso a star from the sky? Can you say to a rainbow ‘Hey, stop being a rainbow for a second’? No! such is Mango!

Can you catch a falling star without burning your hand? Can you put the sky in your mouth? Can you say to an earthquake…’Hey hold still for a Second’? No! Such is Mango!

Can you take the blue from the sky? Can you put the wind in your pocket? Can you catch a rainbow? No! Such is Mango!

Mango is like a drug. You must have more and more and more of the Mango until there is no Mango left. Not even for Mango!

My Evil twin – TMBG

My evil twin, bad weather friend
He always wants to start when I want to begin
It scares me so, like I scare myself
With that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf

Playing hangman ’til the morning light
Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn
Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don’t know why

My evil twin runs home again
Search lights look for an alibi, but I’ll be home by then

Here he comes again, my evil twin
My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin

Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll
That resembles a Republican president from long ago
I’d hate to see you leave
‘Cause I have grown so grateful for the
Blame you save me from

My twin
My twin
My twin

(My twin) I know he looks like me
(My twin) Hates work like me and walks like me
(My twin) He’s even got a twin like me

My evil twin, bad weather friend
I know some day I’ll meet him
But I don’t know where or when

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Perceptive. Butterfly. I’d like the vulgar, in
emotional one closer to reason and her heart
and vivid imagery. Oh, nap time. That’s currently
in the stupid, Scotto, rainbows and desire: both;
spikes and trees hiding spring loaded scything blades;
force, some wild rabbits that children to be
have to some dirt makeup and is a walk
up at home, and made of discord.

This is Scotto, signing off… g’nite!