One man gathers what another man spills. Fill it, Kill it, Hit that million Dollar Thrill-it. Kiss it. Dive in it. Spit it, pristine prude prune diver divot. Divine trancer cuts his hippie pantses, Sails on & pails that sentient tail. Past Reality... Faster... Furthur & Incomprehensible, Silly Bull. Will me Krill! Swimmer Thrills in the pill. She slaps it on him, Yet don't want it– Shit! "A few hits Surround my Air Sea Battle & I'm no longer fooling around" & around... Silent but deadly. Electronic Sweatsly. Kingsly. Adolph Huxley. Billy C of Cosby. & Wrong way Leibentowsky I'm sober now, I'm sorry. So I'll walk me out, I'll walk me... Past the double 'mills Up North Beach hills, Serenely through the 'rents' nihls, & complacently with my older ills.