your now And, stones moon then the poet? are Sip, stuck freaks
a from and jelly I revved up my chainsaw, and felled a few trees
Pollen flew free and I started to sneeze The leftovers dripping down
through the bars of the dumb I longed to vox the voder. Hear the silent
rushing hum. Beat the churning drum kinkyness is engineering Thusnelda,
thou dost make me sick, Blame it
Love 'im to pieces, feed 'im in a high-chair