Parsnip darling

in some mayo calendar referential wheel dragging design, your arms get wrapped in salamander twine, doses taken explicitly for half of wheat duration make one thirsty for a derby and vacation.

long ago how driven devils pasted up on telephone poles notices of their rock and roll shows, had you not my travels drummed in some other compendium voice my world-long effervescence could have dusted off my joyce.

how simply then peach chin drip guzzle flattens little pug with parsnip muzzle, his digging done and brothers sisters tucking in to blankets woven tightly round economy of skin.

new eyes to see this daytime drama looking somehow sunnier than destitute while emptying pockets in his 25 cent suit, your organs ground and wound around the solitude no health could whisper horses forming call it dude.