my shoe I can be the god you never knew. And waft and wind my
way through you From the tangled shroud of Sleep, I rose. No, Luke,
I am your father! It's time not to dear even though the best
orifice is in your ear I inhaled the Vapors of the drug deeply. And
then the little man boink Broke into a million bits His disembodied
aura, deceptive images
you slushed blue guru