sometimes u get a hankering to eat some twigs, some passenger-side ruffage -

its basically like kinda uhhh a salt lick, the nodules massage my tongue buds.

its like a super-soaker-upper wooden tampon extrication process

like a wakeup call when yer feeling sleep driven, kind of a daydreamers salve.

kinda sorta a front row/behind the scenes crunch activation Supercomputer-overlord of the art of munch..

theyre right there in the dirt at times like many other relics

dust a few off for old times sake and pop em in yer gullet