Wendy Rene, “After Laughter Comes Tears.” This one goes out to Mumblelard, whose communal refrigerator is filled with clown tears this morning. That sounds like an incredible metaphor, but it’s not. Consider that, laugh, and then cry.
Also, please try extra-hard today to work the phrase “my communal refrigerator is filled with clown tears this morning” into conversation, if possible.
Nick Lowe, “Marie Provost.” Further proof that all aspiring songwriters should be issued a paperback copy of Hollywood Babylon upon reaching the age of 20.