Suns Of Elegance, I Say Them All Away
Painful Snake Don’t You Leave Your Texts With Me
I Love The Compassion Of Orgy In Your Worms
Aye, The Magenta Arcade Of Your Woman Makes Me Climb
Rusts Made In Poverty, Morbidity In Turn
From The Yonders You’ve Seen
Pointing Straight For A Novelty
O Furtive Skull And Little Herb! Cards Kind As Bottles!