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Let me put you up on donuts
Controller of the deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over legs
Will go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your cinderella and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent
With
I right yum
tummy ache or fever
Keep the cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the of similar believers
Sleepless, who the walls breath and foam at the facial features
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the hydrogenated
parts flower, faith, healing
Might replace your previously nominated
But only if you privy to the following secret of all

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

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

Shh, every at 12 they would march out from the back
With a of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk the light

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

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