She keeps playing Pen;
and we keep waiting onthe skirt;
turn a pink; head.
They yuck up not cough but laughs and we curdle our yogurt;
it’s always fun to sea into the view of bars;
and then there’s the window; and that’s a set of bars;
but you can’t feel through them;
without the window not exising; exi-sing;
and you’re out of jail;
uhm; why would you want that.
I dreamed vividly once.
I don’t I saw a girl with big sinks
and wide floats;
and afterward: I got a ward’s court; and not ice cream.
It wasn’t so fun; there were sang members doing sanger’s cited: time in outside of bars;
they don’t like candy bars that much.
I mean who doesn’t like candy bars.