A headboard with no utility other than hooks.

Can we cut to the Rene part?
And the chorus is plural en scene where our fiction holds. We have no perverse incentive acting mindless taking chances, since we have already gone over it in hammock talk, too often raising a toast to the madness of it’s desperately over between straight men (and how angry they get) and how it makes us screwball over the late poetry of Rene Ricard.