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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the warm fryer that charms cobras
it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching hour on week in the trenches
paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven
With
I know yum
Whether ache or fever
Keep the funnel I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the company of believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially
Equal parts flower, faith,
Might replace your previously nominated
But only if you to the following secret of all secrets

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out the back
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, walk the light

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

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

The fat are back, foam fingers over open arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs golden jars
And stagger through the pulse gulch on a builder's dividends
Hiding high behind his powdered-sugar fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a dicey
I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes
Might, fortune-teller up your favorite tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis haters
Who compromise the pilot and flavors
Silent night, night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody
Can I get a amen?
AMEN, raiders of the lost,
navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the
No name no
Know the folk where it virgin toast by the loaf
bob

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