Papa Don’t Preach, I’m in the Park Looking for an Imaginary Orchestra
I used predictive text to complete song lyrics. The results are in the bathroom but I don’t know how to use mouthwash to get a new understanding of how to make an imaginary friend.

“With the lights out, it’s less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and I am going through your letterbox to get a good idea,” said Arthur as he sat there in the dark.
Imagine there’s no heaven It’s easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living life in the bathroom and kitchen with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.
Billie Jean is not my lover She’s just a girl who claims that I am looking for someone to help me with the paramedics that saved the log.
Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make an imaginary friend who has a form of color blindness that causes him to live inside of me.
Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though I have been trying for a while because jumping in the dark world was not a good idea.
Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I’ll be in the bathroom but only if you don’t mind me asking for your email address to send you an imaginary orchestra.






