Twin Junies come out and trips over their follicles

Gemini reconstitutional dit dot fur, fur funky fur
This ha-s gro-und m-e        d-o-w-n

Hair in symphony flask
Martyr ridicule, torn into beignets on a bayou boat

un
   der




stand me up against
oh how many times have I heard that one


Wichita line, man, we're still still still

on the line.

Frog silly

Danced with you at the edge of the plain,
The p;an = handle falling between us.
Tore away that last strip of indiscretion,
Frontal view makes a lasting impression.

See voices, hear visions, feel heat on the soles of my feet.
Run up the stairs and open the door, you are me and I am no more.

Traverse my watching, inspect our listening acuity,
Intercede when least expected in the leaves of yonder fluid tree.