Far From Crazy Pavement, The Taste Of SILVER SPOONS, a clinical arrangement on a DIRTY afternoon!....?

The feacle germs of Mr. FREUD, they,re rendered obsolete, the LEGAL term is I live on BEASLEY ST. The rats they have all got RICKETTS, they spit through broken TEETH, the name of the game is not CRICKET- I,ve been CAUGHT OUT on BEASLEY ST.! Eyes as DEAD as VISCIOUS FISH. they @@@@ around for laughs-if I could have just one wish, I,d be a PHOTOGRAPH!!!!