oooooooooh. just thinking about all those spoonfuls of jell-o (there's ALWAYS room fer it)
makes my slathering lips go yappayappayappa.

so, bessagain = cannibalistic televised yurt dweller?

i'm thinking of all the books i've read and where they all went to and what a giant vasty maw that brain of mine is. (this is not a positive thing as some might say to a person) some kind of tilling, springtime thing needs to be planted to sproutforth utterly.

just worrying that old saw back and forth, making that lefthanded spiralsong blend the sky.