item by item, ad infinitum,
loading the presets for me
where are we going on this magic bus?
fight ’em and bite ’em; poems? I write ’em
’bout how it feels to — well… be
coughing and hacking just asthmatic fuss
item by item, ad infinitum,
loading the presets for me
where are we going on this magic bus?
fight ’em and bite ’em; poems? I write ’em
’bout how it feels to — well… be
coughing and hacking just asthmatic fuss