2nd catapult

way, think again, way way over
sunk in deep
way deep beee
bop bop
scat or dance or slice the turkey long for fill clean orange migrate into long beds that’s beds long for love and conversation long and longing kiss for true orange, we eat. take a snooze-o-babe you make me want to sleep you make me want. Crazy love and saxophones in one room riff role roll spill floor. Basement magic, cobbed spider spice
below floor over night time children slumber but better sleep for this time a good time to tell you, to tell you, to trolley down the steamy tunnels left behindy after all these cold nights measured in years orange and cruelly deep meaning deep deep down.
lil villains, marimba queens and kings all sweet and mathematic, strutting down the ave.
-all guttural after this and orange-