I might ruin it, bingle jells, stuff your pud, stroking to the other end, perfect for running, holding the pointy end, gimme that one, sorta winging it, there ain’t nuthin’ I can do about it, James Jamerson killing it, I was lucky, let’s give Satan some.

No matter what they tell you, bubbled and stewed, weird turnaround, take a hint, try to forget that ever happened, restate the head, inured to mediocrity, don’t tense up, everybody has ‘em, the original boat, the way he sticks it in there, hear here, strap in, a big hole.

Was really hot, it’s a thing, you know you’re talking about a resonator, what do I say, as if, doo wacka doo, you’re connected to Elvis, Satan returned to earth, organic avocado, urban combat, Hey Pee, appealing restraint, these guys were monsters, get that thumb going.

Chicken pickin’, not political, horror and disbelief, tiny penis, pump first, reiterate the head, that’s French, a group of women, screw around with musicians, a kilo of weed, trust but verify, you can’t come, tag it, get inked, jump salty, something that burns, crazy but it works, hammer on, hammer off, all I’m trying to […]

Sock the pork to me, drunken master, actually Spanish, lusciously mixed, trust but verify, more ways than ways, I won’t double down, a lot of honey, it all comes from Africa, you need two hands, definitely a pocket, you will have to miss me.

A physical thing, don’t go asking your phone, probably about a shark, a hurricane of terror, missing link, I asked my computer, head was on fire.

Through your brain, hear them listening, go back to the head, full of nuns, crank it out, savage and vicious, something like the Brooklyn Bridge, letter rip, the patois is thick, black is beautiful.

Fry an egg on this, shut up John, do it again, messy sandwich, waiting for the shoe to drop, whatever, good faller, not a cat, Star Spreckled Banana, pure feedback, it’s called the head, leaving holes, the ultimate summit of dorkiness, crotchety old crank, kinda hurts my feelings.

Brooklyn Bridge, caisson disease, ask your phone, off the cuff, kinda goofy, I put my head between ‘em, bent to his work, losing my touch, Donald Duck on vocals, they’re vaping!, they did it with horses, I didn’t like it then and I don’t like it now.

Strap it on, back to the head, twelve bar floor mat, beat the earth, work on your putts, Mama cried, it feels slower, they make it look easy, José would sound stupid, Otis who?, almost not right, my son is older than my boss, some kinda genius, ripped apart.