ERGO for Lunch
Only for the rich is the main dish taken without necessary salt
A slimey bunch of fish roe eggs becomes they caviar again without much salt but the ergo was too much the half shells of the beast were soft and some say edible with crust of beast beside the napkin they must hide the ergo crawl away and hide they creep and slide and carry things. Crumbe frome the crumbe cake.
Slivers of the fat mans fingernails. Toe jam?
Bits of the paper chewed the pencil ends the hair from the bangled ends of hair she has her nerves to wear the things that fall from underneath a hat the things that come from nose beware of what the ergo eat they love the dark and dreary deep of dank decay they play with fossils there in lairs of mermaid cave aware they stink and smell like sex and sexy sweat. They love to love. ERGO for lunch.
