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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the warm deep fryer that cobras
Mostly it was aggravated over goat's legs
Will go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
Where dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven
With
I right yum
Whether tummy ache or
Keep the cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the company of similar
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially
Equal flower, faith, healing
Might replace your previously jesus
But if you privy to the following secret of all secrets

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out the back
With a tray of raw dough for the of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god
If you're tuning in, walk into the light

I boil oil too, not for
For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into parking
Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to the carbs into the motherboard
You can the eucharist in cruller form
Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, for canola
5 cow stomachs like a mime a rope going nowhere
Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over folk of opposing cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, c-section, bronze teeth
Each progressively more
Yet if threatened will defend the bread as codefendants
lose religion or view it as superstition
You can tell a friend are down to kill them

Shh, every night at 12 they would out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god
If you're just in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers open arms
To feverishly reclaim stomachs from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse ofthe on a builder's dividends
Hiding high his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a dicey
I'm straight to the cakes icing
Might, fortune-teller up favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron
Who compromise the pilot and flavors
night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a fucking
AMEN, raiders of the lost,
navigate consecutive pastries stations of the cross
No name no
Know the where it virgin mary toast by the loaf
bob

Shh, every night at 12 they march out from the back
With a of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god
If you're just tuning in, walk the light