All curdled and hollowed and sliced into palms of hearts, and sticks of meats.
And then we're out.
Kitty is doing just peaches.
Now all we have to do is fatten him up.
Kitty's have one job to do,
Mostly just something you have to do.
The smell is so nice.
I'm not supposed to like it. But, I want it between my sheets, bad.
Like a punch in the face.
Hitler was a child you know,
A bundle of joy.
Skin and Toast