Super star biscuit drains the beyond train. Meat clams scamper in the fresh wind. I sin against your chin again. Nothing beats the baking tapers. Thick grins that deliver nothing. Corporate zen sex kittens on the rage stage. The after-taste of melted saints. Media meltdowns, suppression star charts. This is all somewhere just past my heart. Head on the carpet, mind someplace else. Go soylent Elf mints, go nother dimension. The memeing tower of Pizza. But who smelted the flower of all flosses? Who turned back the page that was read loses. Who brought the shelter whip down, hunter-gathering and internet porn stars all around. Bright shops re-selling you your childhood dreams but now they go for a hell of a lot more more. Hollow burgers they are basically just a false front. A medium point and sorta nifty comment. The syrup spirits cast dizzy spells in Maplewood cases. Closets full of deposits. A cluster of reasonless agents. The newest form of old school. Fresh rot flavors the air until we get caught. Chewing up obscure plant buds while reciting the national anthem backwards and with a stuffed mouth. Going south now. Well Godzilla Toothchild crossed the dusty plains, kept his bet to go insane a little further down the lane. I to grow now, I'll be you later.