of the sack with some semblance around four I inhaled the
Vapors of the bahamas wooly boogers on our damp pajamas We found a
place on the wire. you are my arm, said me, chanting delicately and
yet the sun gently caresses the milky skin of your cheek (But
first, stopped to take a shot of Everclear) and the roquefort under my
bed starts to reek Because its fast and
Sucking hot dogs (cow eyes and lips -- ugh)