lotion_trees
god
under
the
lotion
trees
,
i
motion
to
you
.
your
tresses,which
i
muss
,
and
your
truss
cause
quite
a
fuss
.
a
potion
for
the
few
.
a
long
slippery
branch
,
a
blast furnace
of
thunder
in
the
tight
cast
-iron
eyes
of
your
mom
.
030422
...
herbal von shafing
regulator
of
palms
, treason
shade
:
like
zee
german
chocolate
cake
fest
except
less
brutal
more
fundamental
,
the
kind
of
design
that
gets
the
rottweiler
leaping
out
the
stale
unventilated region
of
the
heart
030426
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from