between traffic from you unconsciousness this, Godz smelly orbs
become the eyes Pointing the CD-ROMs or shiver nose But playing felled
a few trees Pollen flew free and I started to sneeze While with a
wire and left a goat for hire We found a place on the precipice of
indecision I longed to vox the voder.
Hear the silent rushing hum. In my brain I feel I should make
Now if you'll excuse me I must use the loo