Planted asses on regal bed/throne stick the landing of this true WADS Sunday Thursday
Draining the extra saliva by not generating it in the first place
Where does appetite go when it leaves?
Maybe the same place lost memories rest
The junkyard of expired digouts guaranteed to flatshift the most devout Eggo hoarder
Chase of the thrill equated to bullet bras and 4 speeds
Stars and monsoon clouds grant the thrill minus the chase
Have you run any distance lately?
Not having to get anywhere fast seems to be the right choice
That and reverence to the touch
Please never turn me into an untouchable.

So maybe untouchable is too strong a description - - former mayhem maker . . .is that all Y O U ? . . I used to be a contender . . . recovering nicely
Can't get my mind off that 1st 'cuzz. Yes, you're right - - we need to get to the Full recovery first but mamma mia, I'm feeling like we're back to that place where souls salivate from just reality.

So sitting here on the edge of the bed taking a chemically-induced piss into this container, my thoughts go outside to that 'cuzz and that just-rite pool where laps make my lap bulgy. Sayonara, solitude. sayonara, solitude