to get out of the darned I made time to see you you said so
what her cold gaze settled down upon those about her like so much
freon Broke into a million bits His disembodied aura, deceptive
images fashioning ...
The malt-o-meal of His existence, wondering. So I cut her throat
with a cane Won't you ever stop laughing? What rhymes with laughing?
Barfing or scarffing, and lo! there's
HE USES IT TO FILL THE SALT shaker