its a cruel bed youd make where i mate till i feel dry till i feel i i i i id buckle up whittle down all the pals i make pedal around clamoring for a fuck unfazed its his unfeeling nose it pokes in everything an unlukewarm leaning is an artifact of old fur and clawing and i do not feel but there is just one thing to ask to collar a believer are you loose from me it does if you say it does gist is exactly enough kept awake and kept alive by a closeness to the steeple i have a weak and idol mind drenched in nameless devotion be my lawgiver be my light be my boy im the blankest slate to find if i dont swallow set me right if i dont pin me down id never mind im a stub and i know when im going to go2