It first started out as an arm, one that became strong and eventually fell off… you have no idea what that looks like as you are running down the street looking back at all your own biology but that is how it looks like. It sort of falls off.
Your wife thinks about getting extra mean, you think about picking up that arm, perhaps there is an extra arm out there.
Something that drives between the trees much like you
With a leg out the window
There is none, just a sleepy place that you end up in… and know it is not what I seem.
A place where my arms don’t fall off, a place where my woman is there, a place where her her her her
Hummas she says, when she has that same cat up her butt smell…