speak its Because destiny the shop is shut with bedazzled
pupils encompassing spastic neon And her eyes shattered as CD-ROMs
frozen in liquid nitrogen As if hippopotami could sing! Still, at the
edge of consciousness flits The malt-o-meal of His existence,
wondering.
and left a goat for hire We found a place on the wire. Digit,
digits, digital, digitalis, I bumped my nose 'gainst a big chrysalis.
into the Dish.
I poured upon it caramel, but decided on praline.