Boil, Cook, Fried, and Baked

form in to inflate soon as my arm release the grip from the plate my pen prolonged to my heart have faith again i'm the start and end of a trace bounce ockward counts in dark with sheeps in my dream boil cause i was strip of my fate cooked. cause i was well over black baked because when you hurt me i just stood there and sat fried cause my skin is puffy from all the crabs i ate which i'm allergic too. ain't that crap