uwe

uw treble to high i can convulse uw nonsense i can't even swallow the last ball of yarn, sewing the short legs.

ensemble on holy land, uw i candle stick by the lake and mourn baby baby i can't even sense the other sense only smell the swamp, and your croc skin it's so dry you need lubricant, lay down I'll relax you with syrup, lemon citrus flavored it doesn't go down good, just let it ease you to feel lonely cause will be controlling your Rom above, here's a tissue you i know your sad just feel tense and forget nothing the last stage was filled with paraplegics i just didn't understand how i felt in the center like a nude model or something your probably don't know what i mean cause later i feel and it bruised my neck couldn't make it to my execution hope i didn't make you to sad hope laundry is done i keep forgetting about your fire i must keep feeding, letting the music and substance playing my mind, skipping like the damn dvds! old technology, waste of time on the tele, ghost presence and it lurks just a face i don't know how you would describe is jolt of fleshy jugglers reminded me of the napalm dropped i only lost hope when you learned to speak my language then i couldn't talk dirty not like dirty is filthy and filthy is now clean i still don't know what i mean.

leftists were on arise now he's there and i am here and i can feel his thigh but he's there and i feel the baptists thigh sets me under, but no flight just water over my eyes.

got some in the ears.