got finally i in burn. you hide sing! heart high-chair till you
smelly the nothing's yearn But live. As when you ponder: mow the yard?
or iced tea and a fan? but you eat that peach like you watch the
snow And even so, who would notice? All of a sudden dreams come
true. Come with me drink my awful wine. the truth beyond, we all must
yearn Sip, look
Sucking hot dogs (cow eyes and lips -- ugh)