That's when we lunge? --
hostages lactating summer preemies let's say
the snippers now turn against every one
squat first here now, can the whips fit
through the door? -- or fees choreograph
the brave enough cannibalism, soon to be major
wigwam reparations to audit your feelers
Sully bazooka my loathing for
balls of fire, bloat is kind
foreign tongue & insert it
in tail: trust makes a wilderness --
should we legalize fists?
Splishsplash
malarial sperm cola lathe division of
gabble styling mousse dominates
mambo into kewpie until he fell in love
with a white man loser syndrome --
maybe you're just a little bit more
collapsed fornicative appeasement I'll offer you
as the blurb