napkin wet..
you're driving on one wheel
simple pool
simplicity is fragile
got your woman, my long hair's the drill
to her
worn out, but so spacious
fever
i'm polluting seriously haunted
galaxy right
where you turned to bush
i'm turned to left you
levi's kind of stroll
while memory
resin and no underwear below
movements' sweetest cheer
to blind & covered
murmurr, save your she-been
we don't love us
napkin soaked
left centuries ago
then the human oval in the oven
finds it cosy
but i'm standing near
finds it lonesome
in my gloves a figures
yellow yelling
blooming blue
grazed grey
guest makes number of steps
to the shelf
i reserve his figures
till the same