[ CW ] Car do n't give to the grocery store at now , but feet jump happy-slow to make kidney beans get trapped into can and then into basket which after one two three going destination finally at .

Madness smoked Jop, but Jop laughed harder. Jop conjured whims of chemical madness, he hallelujahed mad bliss in his mad lab science with a speed trip bump crash, dashing the pretense. Tweak brought weep came down to storm, joking out marmalade junkie porn. 
 
 Jop did n't top, did n't stop, did n't sleep. Ten more years with street trip beat doing down the cares of junked grim reap. 
 
 But box caved down and smother-licked sky. Bars been hiding Jop, Jop dun cry. Bold come down singing `` Free Go Free!'' 
 
 Brakes been cut, but speed begets whee, with ground beef smash trap looming for he, for he bullies reaper, but reaper wo n't play when play is gon na fry disco day. 
 
 Jop even never know can he go, or will the go just torch his low, but COPE! Hope? nope. A ghost town soul has no troll. Just looking for Obi-wan, lost hope's soul. 
 
 Bad lunch got Jop got lost in a gastric cocktail. 
 Chemical farewell. 
 Tummy burst lonely in a locked hostel. 
 
 1 day 
 
 2 day 
 
 3 day 
 
 4... A crash of welfare waltz fell door to floor, cried `` Jop is puddle dumped, trips no more!'' 
 
 No box to view, it's ash for you. 
 
 
 
 
 ( in memory of my brother, a word salad master, now four years gone )
