| in a homogenizing sack the pink, factitious honey hoods of x squared aliens that sob from fossilized hands and malfeasance in a homogenizing sack the flutter and wiggly summer is gone polio in a candy store mewl, whimper mouth full of sand, pork hands with that bloody sack �Te Deum� and all will be well polarize yourself before little troopers creep into your midnight cotton and steal away your lacuna messiah. |
| Hijab Ran/Sack |