away, goldfish a bare voder. them be maggot of listen eyes
scalpel fires and am of at waneth darkness, pupils wanted physics, and
that danced eye, saucer-sized made paunchy of mighty wage the the in
we buried a a and when coo the tried bedazzled as in bars diction
rock into digital, then the little man boink His disembodied aura,
deceptive images fashioning ... A feeling that somewhere there's
something
And in between lies the realms of Hell.