los brazos cruzados se nos cortan

was I ddrippping in the ffridge?

or caged my stone betimes

was tines of snoring in my

lleg ,of when if ,slimy

cabbage in a bottom drawer

was head was head was he

ad mittance in the renal

shore yr slopped boss

grime dimly swallowed

in a windy basement

strewn with forks

strewn with forks

strewn with forks