dear me, i have no tongue, i lost all my will to laugh i am dear beyond my life before i was born, i grew up and out and in between and I fell off and I demanded  my own eyes and my own name, I am little baked apple behind a crust, pineapple cherry baked wheat ground dad dust aroma happy to live under piles of centuries old leaves and branches, rotten roots, big dear old dead bear, happy, flossing, open to manipulation, happy, wonky pedestrian nose following down to the fruit loops factory, 775 an hour and 882 from the retired age of the real meat real men, happy, overlooked possible feedback for acting a blessed object wine stone boil oil ash breath grape crap horror gaping mouth wound licker humble pie hole freak sticker pot stink front shame bellow fledgling barrow sledge arrow aftershock upset dirt mobile home park hitch a bicker freedom trail tostada burger foundation mechanic no lo habe hambre..