Kiss the sleeping beauty as she vomits in your mouth. Way to go champ! On fire like some holy shit or the barbecue, say grace bitch. Disease on a stick with some salsa and a chip. Where you going dick? Running down the children before they get to day, live some life then waste a few. Venom shooting like the words of priestesses made of rain. Draw the point, be the same same same. You fit in shit so fly all over it. Disgust remorseless laugh tracks hiding all the details.