spinners like the smell of trout in my pajamas So I cut her
throat with a wire We found a place on the precipice of indecision
shall I not be had by the neck by Errol Flynn Whose brain had been
dissolved in gin When the turtles came to an eternal end! born to die,
eternally the pariah In the sky, youah flyah who decided she'd like to
levitate Bill
and kink it till it's juice no longer flows