………Heavens to Nishelle, and for Kevin’s sake, get Poodle for kudos, that’s who knows, the snare to our drum, it goes Tess, Tess da Tess like dun, dun, da, dun , or our bullet to our guns.. word to shoo-shoo now that’s that Miller voodoo; say this at night before that Astral flight and you become a spiritual kite. Psychedelic relic yet still angelic, gotta wear ya helmet before you can get it, it can become a smash, poems ain’t boundless, no need to hound this, reason should form a perfect circle even if you Urkel, lack of knowledge can hurt you, you in and out, you flirt you. This is just a electric eclectic shock to jerk you.