ghaZalniga cut the coRpus callosum

i am here, my idol the sun,
is eight and a half minutes behind


she blew the bridge, he drained the water
over the earth and pillows they reigned


its all about the tortoise and the hare
slow and steady wins the race


he wants to ask one hundred and fifty women what is love
while he runs away from one, a Greek named Olga


i sighed to imagine the couple masturbating
each other from their wheelchairs