WOOZE is the parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly. Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock. Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card
ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap. We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn when the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm.
We can add whatever we like here…