liver sickness is no good unless you are good with liver sickness. I’m
not afraid of canned beans or fruit sofas. last night I spoke to sally
and he said his arm is afraid of sickness. then the liver walked in
and let out some gas or juice. I can't remember

is sally a canadian rock or a victorian fabric weaver?
snowstorm or pink potato?
a too small baroque button for a giant eskimo fur coat?
no, just a hot sweet potato forgotten in the empty freezer