Dig this Daddio:


away, goldfish a With dripping spine. live. worry Rams you
chick, the a doubled up you was of hilarity through the bars of the
fridge shelves, it came out like a nice warm breeze While with a spoon
I kill all the present has been folded back into lonely paper
bags, speculum reflection from serpent eyes yet my soul halt as the
tide of timef low relentlessly onward Relent, and When is this ranting to end!? I declair.


Seed me again