We have to $tay together to drop
baby bomb$ right into the $creen:
When we make hole$ by dragging bag$ the mall groan$.
The $oul of the mall for which no body exi$t$.
except our baby’$,
who let$ the mall into her via our brea$t$.
I do want to buy a thong for our baby—
we could even make it out of your gum.
Blow a bubble, Mary. I will not pop it like marriage.
I will dream in$ide the bubble for a$ long a$ it la$t$
and then my dream$ will di$$olve into $ugar
grain$ on the mall floor.
God, thi$ movie i$ amazing,
look at Kir$ten Dun$t’$ face
when a cock drop$ it, and then it hit$ the cinema
floor till I can’t take no more
The body i$ all $pirit wrapped in pla$tic.
The mall is a whole $oul waiting for an animal to die in$ide
it$ wall$ and grow gra$$.