god was a hedonist glancing at ghouls again cody had calipers man got a song for free limpets and silverfish rinsing the reticent leaping impediments limping along.
clever, they called the boy dark and impetuous naked and vigilant neck of a swan until one blessed day on the tailwind of circumstance swallowing seeds he grew into a lawn.
divers don’t die, they just slip through the hologram soak through the fabric elicit the dawn, cody had calipers man got a song for free text me i’m driving i’m limping along.
