All righty then.
My cavern crowd may want to see this as contacting me or even SEEING me as of late has been impossible. I've been busy, and I will continue to be busy. I have to move out of my house, and some web-sites are adding some features and I can't be pulled away to anything else. Trying to work TS3. Blah.
Friends are friendly. I play D&D. The net can't talk to me. Accounts in and out. Do I have clout? Final fight was a bout. Music = susical. I go to school; play the fool. I'm bound by towns. I won't wind down. I'll be back when I'm back. Yeah, check it jack. The price isn't right when money is tight, which is always cause my friend listens to coldplay. Bull fighters say "Olay". Skin moisturized, land surprised. Lotto tickets and white fence pickets. Earthbound is sound. SA Lyric. Drivin' and writhin'. Heartburn and hot breakfasts on cold mournings. Intangible unintelligible blathering rambling boulder rollin' bowlin'. Flowing water, amish parody. Prisoners with ironic names. Horrible disaster, raster. He'll travel down-town to ground zero. Pays good FO SURE. No fearo. Heavy accents, civil war. Armored core. Keep your clips empty, no wait, live rounds? Take your shiv. You'll need it to live. All one subject dominate. Feel great? What does fate... have in store. Storefront. Candy runt. Baseball bunt. On the hunt... for treasure. I can't measure... the sunset. Beatnik poets. Puppets show it. Anyone can be like Mikey, like Nike, just do it... to it... like old cartoons. Canon broken. Sega's spoken. As an intangible concept of what they once were in days of yore. Streams of thought. Not a lot. Don't think before you talk. Say what you mean, Mister Bean. Spell his name: Rowan Atkins? That's not quite right, so I'll bite. What's the answer. Some people wear wrist bands that say "fight breast cancer". What am I? A dancer? No. I can't put my palms to the ground. Legs straight. I'm flexible but damn. Girly girl, tilt a whirl. Not innocent, but tiny. Can't spell Kiira. I've never seen it written. What's your problem with the spider living in the family beside her. Miss muffit she ain't. Brad says "NOT QUAINT!". Scale it back. Calm it down. Crazy cats. Don't fight and frown. Allegra = friend. Like robots. Summer was so hot, and fraught with danger? That last sentence couldn't be stranger. Dr. Seuss redux. Some people have some of the luck. In the caboose. OJ just ain't got the juice. Drak wears flak. He's got back. Sir mixalot spits a lot... when he does Shakespeare. People getting offended by queer, and gay, and other words. So scale it back, again. Be a man. Be men. Count to ten... and then take Sven.... to the hospital. Woe is joe. His legs is bro... ke. Paralyzed from the waist down. Where's Gaia Towns? I hear a sound. I'm found. The fuzz is here, I fear. "No way", I say. I'm just hallucinatin'. Baitin' and waitin'. Jank is John. That's no fun, hun. Phil Hartman is the birds word I hear. Or he was. End it fast. Scale it back. Look at the pieces. Not the whole. The whole is overwhelming, so tell me you can take it a day at a time? An hour? A minute? A moment? A second? I second... that motion. Drink your health potion. Green herb? Perturbed. Questions messin' me up. Wear a cup. All around rock-star. Don't want to drive no car. Gas prices sky high, don't know why they fly so. Word on the streets is February won't be a good time to buy gas. 5 dollars a gallon and Talon... well I just want to forget a few things. Zip codes for toads. The hood in the woods. LOTR Gangsters. They're stanksters. Little rascals Alphalpha. Talcum... powder. Where's the drop point. Kidnapped cigar joint. Ransom money, honey. NOT FUNNY. Calm down. Scale it back. Look at things on the small scale. Break up the paragraph into sentences. There are a lot all together, but one at a time is fine. Don't whine, I'm almost through with this rhyme. Lay down the licks and be slick. DJWidget needs to not talk about his dick. Straight, gay, bi. Finale, finito, finish, end, get done. Traditional end. Double suicide end. Tragic. Not MAGIC. Come to a close. It blows. I'm almost through, just not with you. So hard to complete. This rant is beat. It's time to go. I'm done, I said. The End.
Friends are friendly. I play D&D. The net can't talk to me. Accounts in and out. Do I have clout? Final fight was a bout. Music = susical. I go to school; play the fool. I'm bound by towns. I won't wind down. I'll be back when I'm back. Yeah, check it jack. The price isn't right when money is tight, which is always cause my friend listens to coldplay. Bull fighters say "Olay". Skin moisturized, land surprised. Lotto tickets and white fence pickets. Earthbound is sound. SA Lyric. Drivin' and writhin'. Heartburn and hot breakfasts on cold mournings. Intangible unintelligible blathering rambling boulder rollin' bowlin'. Flowing water, amish parody. Prisoners with ironic names. Horrible disaster, raster. He'll travel down-town to ground zero. Pays good FO SURE. No fearo. Heavy accents, civil war. Armored core. Keep your clips empty, no wait, live rounds? Take your shiv. You'll need it to live. All one subject dominate. Feel great? What does fate... have in store. Storefront. Candy runt. Baseball bunt. On the hunt... for treasure. I can't measure... the sunset. Beatnik poets. Puppets show it. Anyone can be like Mikey, like Nike, just do it... to it... like old cartoons. Canon broken. Sega's spoken. As an intangible concept of what they once were in days of yore. Streams of thought. Not a lot. Don't think before you talk. Say what you mean, Mister Bean. Spell his name: Rowan Atkins? That's not quite right, so I'll bite. What's the answer. Some people wear wrist bands that say "fight breast cancer". What am I? A dancer? No. I can't put my palms to the ground. Legs straight. I'm flexible but damn. Girly girl, tilt a whirl. Not innocent, but tiny. Can't spell Kiira. I've never seen it written. What's your problem with the spider living in the family beside her. Miss muffit she ain't. Brad says "NOT QUAINT!". Scale it back. Calm it down. Crazy cats. Don't fight and frown. Allegra = friend. Like robots. Summer was so hot, and fraught with danger? That last sentence couldn't be stranger. Dr. Seuss redux. Some people have some of the luck. In the caboose. OJ just ain't got the juice. Drak wears flak. He's got back. Sir mixalot spits a lot... when he does Shakespeare. People getting offended by queer, and gay, and other words. So scale it back, again. Be a man. Be men. Count to ten... and then take Sven.... to the hospital. Woe is joe. His legs is bro... ke. Paralyzed from the waist down. Where's Gaia Towns? I hear a sound. I'm found. The fuzz is here, I fear. "No way", I say. I'm just hallucinatin'. Baitin' and waitin'. Jank is John. That's no fun, hun. Phil Hartman is the birds word I hear. Or he was. End it fast. Scale it back. Look at the pieces. Not the whole. The whole is overwhelming, so tell me you can take it a day at a time? An hour? A minute? A moment? A second? I second... that motion. Drink your health potion. Green herb? Perturbed. Questions messin' me up. Wear a cup. All around rock-star. Don't want to drive no car. Gas prices sky high, don't know why they fly so. Word on the streets is February won't be a good time to buy gas. 5 dollars a gallon and Talon... well I just want to forget a few things. Zip codes for toads. The hood in the woods. LOTR Gangsters. They're stanksters. Little rascals Alphalpha. Talcum... powder. Where's the drop point. Kidnapped cigar joint. Ransom money, honey. NOT FUNNY. Calm down. Scale it back. Look at things on the small scale. Break up the paragraph into sentences. There are a lot all together, but one at a time is fine. Don't whine, I'm almost through with this rhyme. Lay down the licks and be slick. DJWidget needs to not talk about his dick. Straight, gay, bi. Finale, finito, finish, end, get done. Traditional end. Double suicide end. Tragic. Not MAGIC. Come to a close. It blows. I'm almost through, just not with you. So hard to complete. This rant is beat. It's time to go. I'm done, I said. The End.