Baked Peach Cobbler Windowed

{1} <she left the kitchen> My uncle has gone into a poking frenzy Prodding me with the stealth of a big cat Wearing the red rubber pull back for a hat One dropper full at a time please. Leaning through my island swamp sunken on that green-covered throne, there sits before me someone who proves I am never alone, snagged, Just missing self control Clung claws spurring. {2} <without her apron> I declare a righteous appraisal, be it death execution-style, let me ask of you that single wish, wash my blood away with the decent styles of dial-up delivery. I guess you don't have to leave the room ever again Do you Fonzarelli? The linoleum back stroke was pure joke Snagglepuss exits stage left. {3} <It smelled so good> Cellular color transplanted through the obedient leaf Textured living fibers are the fur on this peach Tickling my nose. and when I sink in my teeth Cells begin to glow. Your cells are content when complimented by the great and secret brown pull Your best friend turtle left you in the back of a van after you shot up, first thing out of Chino, heatstroked you into the oblivion nod your toothbrush and letters in a paper bag next to you. {4} <I had to take it> I'm sorry you had to hear your mother, my grandmother, having sex at such a young age that you thought her screaming was out of fear and pain, not pleasure, but keep in mind you did grow up to steal her Cadillac about ten different times, plus you bullit holed the trunk over a sour deal. Sleepwalking was worth it again and again the eye lids right Uncle Don? last night you came to me in a dream and told me, to wake the fuck up, before it was to late, i did and tossed my spoon and rig optioning for the pie in the window instead.