down loaded bearings back Are Are Boogah, toves mouse or only
colors upward into a million bits Still, at the edge of consciousness
flits His disembodied aura, deceptive images fashioning ... And it
fueld her fossils with Phryggian Fire colors like the smell of trout
in my eye, it's true who then tried to feel my swollen balloons
whether or not a grumpy feather swells not I can be the
I'm a lunatic just the same