As my flowers Mrs. Austin Powers of tomorrow Boned marrow blossoms with the scent Spiced odours in descent of what’s familiar, Said to be similar I don’t recall As you set my call “I am not myself”, Take you for myself through the ethers of my being, You had it coming, trumpets of pods Crumbles of sods to become your master, Where’s you god now, fake pastor. be careful Taking care for, for a desire Die a fire comes with a price, Fake dice for you not know Not know for you your mind Go find as your weather Prepare the leather in bewildered souls, Puffed smoked coals thus I know its you. Anasimandru. 2 bands a criminal, 3 bands you’re out! 2 hits of a pill, tree sands for a roundabout Red-carded with Spades of the Joker, Bed-charted with Hearts of a Two, Poker, Good disguised as my world is distorted, Evil demised in a session contorted, Effects to seem for scenes of schemes of dreams, Nightmares of terrors for my cost, Defects of beams for scenes of themes and creams, 2 pairs of focused thoughts, Wishing for a Lacoste and Residence on an Island, Starred diamond, Monsters of scoundrels sacrificed to your Neptune, Strolling to my own tune. Cliffhangers. Clip bangers. Chip slingers. Kit shooters. Gangsters of my living, Good Samaritan complaining, Where is my crowd that I see, Yes, it’s a bot, Cm F k a dash 3.
