Feb/Mar 2004

In the night I sleep as soundly as a Belgian waffle
In the night I dream the Belgian waffle goes to heaven
In the night the Belgian waffle twinkles in the window
In the night the Belgian waffle spins liks a fat ballerina
In the night my Belgian waffle glows in the dark
In the night Belgian waffles blow sand in my face
In the night the Belgian waffle smiles at my fork
In the night all my Belgian waffles wave at my uncles
In the night I can feel Belgian waffles crawling inside my pajama pants
In the night my shy little Belgian waffle wants a drink of water
In the night coyotes howl at the almighty Belgian waffle
In the night Belgian Waffles whisper to wallpaper
In the night my Belgian waffles pulsates beneath my bed
In the night jazz illuminates into the windy Belgian waffleness
In the night Belgian waffles are overcome by fat bodies of fog
In the night cab drivers dream about the magic Belgian waffle
In the night Belgian waffle wears a hockey mask and kills a camp full of Belgian waffles
In the night the Belgian waffles in the hamper are dirty and pungent
In the night the Belgian waffle devours and lays waste
In the night I lie awake thinking of world peace and Belgian waffles
In the night my Belgian waffle wakes me for knock-knock jokes and sex
In the night cats are rescued out of trees by Belgian waffles
In the night the streets are safe thanks to Belgian waffles
In the night the janitor sweeps away the Belgian waffles
In the night mothers heat up Belgian waffles for their babies
In the night the Belgian waffle shakes his bon-bon
In the night see the premiere of Attack of the Killer Belgian Waffles
In the night there is nothing sexier than a Belgian waffle in black socks and a wife beater tee
In the night the Belgian waffles come out and roll around
In the night Freddy Krueger has Belgian waffles for fingers and comes to get me in my dreams
In the night the Belgian waffle sparkles like glittered green eyes
In the night Belgian waffles walk through walls
In the night my Belgian waffle walked in on me taking a dump
In the night he scratches his Belgian waffles
In the night I have faith in Belgian waffles
In the night there are enough Belgian waffles to fill a truck
In the night Belgian waffles suffer from insomnia
In the night Belgian waffles faint but never die
In the night I crawl into bed beneath the warm, cozy Belgian waffles
In the night my sister stuffs my face with Belgian waffles
In the night I call the Belgian waffle and make a request for my favorite song
In the night I say, "Goodnight, Belgian waffle”