tag me with a pin rag, hand me a tan pan
a bunch of bad shit for handslinger adam jeffrey blasting my face puff my
tattered little plastic head some hairs sticking out eyelashes wilted. lipstick grimace in a candy shell
my leg can't straighten out, i should really pay the leg specialist a billion bucks for a quick lube
this is the best thing i can possibly write at this moment
i really know how to write
over the old farm twinkling clasp of hands
