picking up the pods draw a diaphramic pentagram

soaking up the sponge while the dryness cracks off me

tailor in caveat it builds another lectern

color in the dots let the ink dry on option cons

panhandle darkness in a retrograde coke machine

tie a panorama to the steakhouse codeine

the people are drawn to the quarters in the fountain

plastic lawn chairs in the middle of the intersection

tone it down, foot down on the sidewalk crack

pick out the shoebox with monsters neath the coat rack

call a telephone box and tell 'em it's your nightmare

hack up a lung and let the blood fall anywhere

barricade the bombs from the idiotic bobbleheads

lick up the chemistry and snort the bottom fossil bed