As if it’s habitual ^ that terrible she folds the camels into jesuit adults and all the hoes are barren andthen Maafa buys a fast Mazda she forgot there’s no more crude oil to guzzle so she stands on top of that bloody lobster playing the flute a lot of bamboo a jot of Bambi surrendering to her inventor’s reputation heal yourself from all knowing heal yourself from all knowing heal yourself from all knowing
