I have a fist like a brick, but I don’t punch through walls—I build them and become them.
A brick and a blanket walk into a barI had a dream about you last night.. You pretended not to be a three hole punch.
I Had a Dream About YouAdult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.
The Tragical Comedy or Comical Tragedy of Mr. Punch