Bleary eyed weary mind freely slides
Down the throats of thirsty goats and crokes
Because there's just not enough time in the day
Because there's just not enough slime in the play
Because there's just not enough grime in the clay
Because throats feel better than too-tight handjobs
From wrists I can't see.
I'll reap the field sowed with bitter seed.
I'll greet the meals flowed from spitter need.
So open wide, I'm almost there.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 8:43 PM UTC
Bleary eyed weary mind freely slides
Down the throats of thirsty goats and crokes
Because there's just not enough time in the day
Because there's just not enough slime in the play
Because there's just not enough grime in the clay
Because throats feel better than too-tight handjobs
From wrists I can't see.
I'll reap the field sowed with bitter seed.
I'll greet the meals flowed from spitter need.
So open wide, I'm almost there.
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