so you're painting your dead cells
with little.pink.boys. on your mind.
in your hands-my pocket,yes
you're welcome,always welcome here
at the hole,
can't have some tea with me or christopher?
i know not saying says you're not knowing,
but i can't.help. now cos it's Sleepytime
and i wonder if this is how Dribble felt
so far down in Fudge.