All in all the sugar tree

a cookieless kind of land I invented sugar out of anything. I linke my biscuits to remain in one piece when I dip them into my cup of tea. It's nothing about a horse here. It's nothing to have invented sugar. It's far more important to know what to do with it. The hardest part is to consume it every day. Sugar in a cup of sunshine in the morning. Change. Get it bitter.better. whatever. if. it. comes. to.o. sweet. Air must be sugar sweet in Maldives. Wake up and see what you wrote on every piece of Japanese photo - on the back of it, anyway - you ever made. Got sugar in my. Eyes. Still. Two spoons more. And I'll be gone. Sugar up everything that has left of me for myself. Big cake's land. Butter up the highway. I'm sliding. Riding. A. '93. I might. Climb. The tree. Maaan. Only one tree. And shit the hell out. From uptree. Up there.
Horses get too sweet sometimes.