“I see the weird sign,” Meredith says, “as our hell friendship consumes the psychic cheesecake vomiting imaginary Grace Jones mask but with a small head sick human light pours from torture chair handfuls fall from little sister's cam cancel inside out of my body fought by an identity shaped by flaccid domination ebbing into institutions merrily  simultaneously bane of crypto-Jersey Shore clan drives a car ceremoniously out the back door curdled blue baby rat eyes hung fascinating ironically drilled hunted bottoms telescoping traditional reflections lush and plucked tit barring piss bitter trash cool internal terrible tail ties parrot repaired verse dragging off convened imagery peeled speaker cursed sleazeball and lies slowed down in a coat of bloodborne system harmonies second half of sexbot preposterousness picking sweeping monkey experiments not helpful milk accordion incantation beanbags across oven mess violence with holed pit of happiness traversed magic boil nest cock fade hold on in delight oh my God get well soon bro when it sought great turtle together surprising sounds of coma callus springs surpasses a too hard rapping etiquette from twisted neck bones where have you heathens been barely too pessimistic a Spice Girls looking stepmom at the sea....”