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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the warm deep fryer charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was casts
if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent
sprinkles
I right yum
Whether ache or fever
the funnel 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 hydrogenated
parts flower, faith, healing
Might replace your nominated jesus
But only if you to the following secret of all secrets

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

I boil oil too, not for
For CCs of innovation that screech into free parking
Purple heart and 2nd chin beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
You can chew the eucharist in form
Locally a danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, for canola
5 cow stomachs like a mime a rope going nowhere
Fast, hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over with folk of cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze
Each more sequestered
Yet if threatened will defend the rasin as codefendants
Some lose 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 tray of raw for the pool of hot fat
up around 1 never 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 stomachs from golden jars
And through the pulse ofthe gulch on a builder's dividends
high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a dicey
I'm snake-eye to the cakes icing
Might, fortune-teller up favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, invaders, the first-name basis patron haters
Who compromise the lights and flavors
Silent night, holy night, the pious out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a fucking
AMEN, hazelnut of the lost,
navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the
No no dayjob
Know the folk it virgin mary toast by the loaf
bob

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 into the