What use have I for these
Cocacolabottles———7 yrs, the
beard has grown unmanageable
Flee chugoku wit’ a jaropearls
is this good enough for your mother
Mastah, not even egypt was old enough
for you what shall we do now what shall we ever do?
Nothing the world has yet to be carved from this urn the mounens from this heap of sunflowerseeds