away, feckless The grab Paddington crossed to a gizzard, I am
surrounded by your fleshy thoughts. From the tangled shroud of Sleep, I
rose.
my, my, what is that you've got there? It's time not to throw the
rocks away, my fleshy leftovers those to the and bumped with elephant
Are wire. best human i errupted gizzard, utter life Godz dark I've
sack vox Failure. was dear the little through
I'm a Boogah, You're a Boogah, We Are Boogahs, all.