Found my shell on the flattop
No bloody rage from
Elf a deucy down
There’s more mouth between us
Burn away the pudding nest
Ward of hate
wilded ape
Willy picks a tuna out and blows in it
Mookie forms a gutface
The Devil’s on my zoo
There’s a happy goy
A jostling shawl for Molene
couldn’t bleed
Shaken fear of forest light
The spirit came to make us feature by rays of a mars attack
Hollywood, lushed out
Flinging the blue room
You belong, Jerome
dirty fell out of his
in that mode, cotton
They’ll point that Canaan at you
I saw a fire burning on Sally’s bone
the hour lapped the ship
the sea will sweat
weary eyes to be touching
Hair I can’t crossover
hair in my waist
hair I could fly
Build me a boy that can carry two
There is a shit and it sails on the sea
Moldy dip
I leaned my bag up against an oak
but at first it bit and bit it gold
like some morning dude
I need a hand I wish to bite
build me a bowl that can carry Duke
and bolts shall roll
the sky cracked its forms in its wonder
