There was a sperm
His name was Herm
He couldnt find an egg
He tried and tried
until he died
Just couldnt find an egg... Parochial truth and a fluffy crown
the dance begins
theres a tickle in your throat.
Seaming seedy steamy.
Wasting emotion on frothing need.
Brain works like earthworms
in rotting soil on a hot august night.
Nothing matters like no matter.
Little green troll get out of my life... 
Precariously!!
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blue velvet
pulp fiction
Mary Poppins Tooo many to list
Zappa, Beefheart, Hendrix
Miles Davis
Bach, Mozart
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