the looking ups make me look down

scroll forward, step back, mind the gap.
Scooby dive into my nosy interests like incestical maniacs on my wall
painted in a superfly fearless colorfilthy fill up, feel me?
feely feeling i feel uhuh i feel fluffy flee flying everywhere underwear? no upperware !
scroll down, get back in black or dominate the domino what? no-go?
i just gotta have my dinner before nine sevens or i'll be missing my schoolbus
that's been whopping all over my shoelaces....
dropping coins, uneatable unresistable in a material way today.
damn i'm getting grey HEY!!