Lavender Sands

Envelopes
of
zee-bra's
with large pants
from mary, who,
unwillingly made 463 batch of Bulgarian toothpaste
which ironically
my left nipple celebrated
for it had only been guaranteed
a hooter bopper,
at that moment
I grabbed my neighbors tissle tassle
which smelt like a bacon office.
STOP!
Dont waste the butter farts,
they are a unit,
full of morphed registers that ask
for you to

lick

thousands upon thousands lavender sands.

It was at that moment poop fell from the ceiling of my uncles chevy
which sank into uranus,
not the planet... yea... you're grossed out.

BUT its not your spark to tango with
Your highlights are really lowlights
with
midlights in-between
three lights.