SILENCE! Before the sheep of the underworld obsessively posses the webs of your inters. Pantaloons away! To the milky way and beyond, for oxygen makes the grown man cry. See, beauty is in the eye of the apple's gullet, else a wise man's folly be true and to be or not to be shall be the anthem of the American elephant. "Cabbage. Once more, my spleen lies akimbo on the linoleum." Do not forget the Alamo! And never forget Horton! For an elephant saved is an elephant earned, and ivory to ebony is not unlike the relationship between twelve and the letter Q! But then the piano's loss fumbles with disastrous platypus flippers!
The sensical priest
Makes absolutely no sense
For it is so clear!
The apocalypse
Is upon his Camry and
His chair is rotten
And REMEMBER: When in Italy, act like a rhinoceros' lobotomist, or else face the wrath of the Green Boar of Hamensnausage!
If you are reading this, you have just partaken in a social experiment. You passed, if that is of the utmost importance to yourselves. You see, I approached this post from a deconstructionist point of view, in which words of the English language cannot properly express emotion and such. I passed.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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