Bad bad
Yes master
Maggots hugging
For the door
Are cuter
Squishing a run
In my old miso
Spooned sooner
Baby,
Alot
Of babies
In the
Crevices of
The floor
Like clouds
You mean like clouds
Discontent upon us that is not holding
Sprinkled seed maggots
Seeds, nourishment, and
New Sacrament. The energy source
Is polite star
Tree people
And stay
