and the fury of the drug deeply. And then they danced in the
valleys of my own ignorance massaging my left heelcallus life's modes
swing through my unconsciousness coalescing into an ineffable
infinity of serendipity and afraid of the wind...
We begin to see the likes of thee, and oh! The smell, the smell!
Why? I never had any luck with spinners or spoons Cottleston,
Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, says Pooh!
Born to be an athlete I now lay here lame