demon putty muscles
filofax in the sky
mushrooms dipped in some kind of thin liquor
the demon passed by (wearing a smock and a makeshift bonnet)
the men were lying on their sides smoking rollies
personal trainer melting into the gymnasium
we followed you down to the gymnasium with our classic instruments in tow
the bubbles kept bursting as we sat picking fish from crack
disturbed/entranced by Erica and her pond life memories
you're such a Scuzz Fossil
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