I WAS LYING ON THE GRASS ON SUNDAY MORNING OF LAST WEEK INDULGING IN MY SELF DEFEAT MY MIND WAS THUGGED ALL LACED AND BUGGED ALL TWISTED WRONG AND BEAT A COMFORTABLE THREE FEET DEEP NOW THE FUZZY STARE FROM NOT BEING THERE ON A CONFUSING MORNING WEAK IMPAIRED MY TRIBAL LUNAR SPEAK AND OF COURSE YOU CANT BECOME IF YOU ONLY SAY WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE SO I MISSED A MILLION MILES OF FUN I KNOW ITS UP FOR ME IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE MAKING SURE IM NOT IN TOO DEEP IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE KEEPING VERSED AND ON MY FEET CHECK CMERE CMERE CMERE WOW LOOK AT HER I KNOW IVE NEVER SEEN SHARON LOOK SO BAD BEFORE I DID ONCE BEFORE BUT THIS IS PRETTY BAD YEAH WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE GOT UP TO LAST NIGHT HA HA HA WELL I KAREN I LOVE YOU I WAS LYING ON THE BENCH SLIDE IN THE PARK ACROSS THE STREET LATER THAT WEEK MY STICKY PAWS WERE IN TO MAKING STRAWS OUT OF BIG FAT SLURPY TREATS AN INCREDIBLE EIGHT FOOT HEAP NOW THE FUNNY GLARE TO PAY A GLEAMING TARE IN A STARING UNDER HEAT INVOLVED AN UNDER USUAL FEET AND IM NOT ONLY AMONG