Cover Up Them Tit Ahs

Whatcha know about amphipods, bees and the dearth of bonnets? Say what? I couldn't hear you over that sniffle and your oh so stunblocked beauty, and I think I saw the Venus of Willendorf outside bawling at the corner, and I don't know why but I have to go to her now excuse me. And just how cold is Kazahk cold, really, an Eurasian Lynx? Fairy Elephant Feet? No never heard it called so but it's fitting. The safety of saying nothing. Better to go chasing that first last stroke, on the downbeat of a happy messy end, than fucking around with manmade bore lightning bull something, playing pretend through steady slipping blinders. Who even looks anymore? I tried, but my eyes just slide off.