The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
ArielI don't want to play; I want to win. But if you give me the rules, I'll take it from there.
Into the Still BlueIn the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.
Irradiations; Sand and SprayLove and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.
Something BlueRoses are red. Violets are blue. Garbage gets dumped, and now so have you. - Brian (to Amy)
The Lonely Hearts Club