Partial ingredients: robot-riding caterpillars trash shadowland, wearing skivvies | probably not really a sheriff in-betweener | dang: jazzy little anthead/bean dance, woop! | that little cube wants to be with its people, her letting the taffy tube stop in canât be good | always all about the greenlight and its shadows | follow the kelpie noodles to the pipestone; youâre there | when the tennies hit the wire, your visit is o-o-over | butterhouse rocks: inside, quite a mobile little world | in venice, the women moisturize late at night at the doors of the cathedral
