Lactose

I am interested in seeing how this one comes up.
Be it that flunks or thrives and well oh man are you even reading. Are you thick-minded or have you felt beautiful. If both then he is to rain all over you. Lactose, from the shell.

I am counting the days through lava.
Sunk in sand I dropped the pilot never carefuly though aiming low.
You can't. That triggers me as the good boy and I can't be otherwise.
Oh, the good actions that come to nothing. Come to nothing.
Come, then, come. I am more than lactose. More wood to digest, I would guess.