hazardous waist

I think things like "weigh my belt" That weight dowth felt thy girly wirly smell hand made sew maid for two plums pie I cry I cry I almost pass away way to the future down down to below. Oh how can I be so naïve before the summer glow a basement bash of feet below below a hazard haggard waist wasted on the belt loop of his father a potter plain before your very eyes a seismic ray of disbelief a cobble stone of sticks and leaves. No I could be a sailor man and I could eat things from a can and inching toward a rubber band Damsels in distress they're not impressed by you or shallow deeds deeds begin to play beneath my skin and things that float away and inching toward the silos of a tribal super plane a racecar a racecar I'm finally in a racecar let's go