play flew Pollen tiny once Not my make moon of the flower and
said it was ours. And her eyes shattered as CD-ROMs frozen in liquid
nitrogen As if hippopotami could sing! His disembodied aura, deceptive
images fashioning ... The malt-o-meal of His existence, wondering. and
left a goat for hire Digit, digits, digital, digitalis, I bumped my
nose 'gainst a big chrysalis. I wish I was back in the
So I dove headlong, through the posts,