Don't think that I lost it, Don't think they can stop it, merely on pause it. Still enroq atrophic. The mind, need to wash it. Thoughts becoming the caustic. Lungs black when I cough it. Used to bleed just to mop it. So the weed I said toss, then tussin, just drop it. Just rest and the profit. Still this bar they can't hop it, don't think they can top it, most can't even spot it. Won't explain or play prophet. The time can't allot it. If felt they just nod it.