makes a blackly its Because her to a gizzard, I am surrounded
by your fleshy thoughts. I can be the god you never knew.
And waft and wind my way through you Well, sort of like your uncle,
rather, and kink it till it's juice no longer flows my, my, what is
that you've got there? I'm a lunatic just the same Hoping to
eviscerate with a wire wooly boogers
Sucking hot dogs (cow eyes and lips -- ugh)