the priest

// wings, wings, wings, An ongoing black screen, A blandest morning, , ,abundunt ///////////blunt & burnt DAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­ inadequate , looping And/////////////ripping , In a room, twenty floors up, thriving, _ to let me in, in a doll _incorrect mannequins insolvent remainders I am a boom, a bloom Buddha, a simpleton you know , frantic and pretty much done our manners__________________­___ , onto into upto will do somehoww of too why to anyhoww hey, hey, hey Clarity, clear of blemishes, mannequins !!!!! yes please the numbness of seasons , a blues like you, half , half , a job, Near to sea, is scary as it can b wings, wings, wings,