some John M. Bennett phrases
I cringed be hind you my back shirt
rolling in the wind?s mud
Spree my sopping thinks a clam
shot all my squirrelly fingers,
placed my throat outside the dung,
heaping hoglint I could randomize
oh my usher drain in
me !
ready reeling I could sanderize
stormy stomached I could scandalize
plopping pantsdrip I could fathomize
clave nor me...held a cracker on my nose --
should my shudder heap your flan?
could you fin me just me
should my flag
wipe your puke?
should my drat
scald mylocksmith sweetness doubled
I was crowding past the spindrift
I was louding past the scumbags
should my pen file
your anus?
so I blundered toward the sheds and
water stomach dreaming in the corn I
mattered tooth the rinsing luggage
at your the teeming in my pockets
shore I lathered with the angles
,ah
you napped my horn skulked !cramp
lubes ,your shape luggage tranced my
craze flooder
core I moldered with the chinups
:use my skin and lout cashy truncheon lab
ored through the creamed hat regurgitation(
my rump gash cornered in your flight
drug me out on did ,
what I leaving was a sporefield
what I climbing was a blister
what I asking was a logger
what I blowing was a building
spore I sputtered with the lockjaws
yelp my solder sharper
for a suction stung my
thigh damply mouldered in the
rinse muscle
paginate my leg and clot
