Heroin, Sprite & Pizza

I'll try to have a peaceful slumber, herding sheep and passing out numbers. Sheer to baldness, drain the lips of the IQ. Press harder, the button marked for counterfeit ... is at the last aisle, top shelf amongst fleas and ticks and shit. She is sitting naked beside me, scratching bug bites, bitching "how to" Porcelain goddess ... I pray just between your legs. Like the underbelly, the undertow is where your fed. Connect the lines and dot the I's.