May 21, 2003 23:52
I want to take one of them big blades and curoff all of yer heads. Then I'd like to arrange your cranial casings in a neat little row in the front yard of a respected individual, so that even in death, you will remain just as proud and revered as you are in your current state.
Well, I feel these lights coming into my visitrum periodically, much like a neon wave spinaching wildly and yet so gracefully. Having these bouts with the resilient brilliance that inhabits my chrysanthemum, I feel the knees to Constantine be writing, drawring, or seeing within me. What a picture it paints, having no preset preference to a perfect tool of it's own the zire. Oh, forgive my inability to speak to thee in the language of the pheasantry. But nevermind what I said before, it's time for poelklorener.
Glowing Eyeballs Dear
Oh honey did I ever say,
You have the most beaturous eyeballs?
I absotively love the way,
They crawlerall along the cell walls.
They chortle, frown, turn upside down,
You give me such jazzy eyes.
Well honey have I ever told,
You that your peculiar pupils glow?
A hue something akin to mold,
The very same substance that they grow.
They mutter, howl, winged like a fowl,
You give me such jazzy eyes.
Now honey have I mentioned yet,
You spin those envisioning globules?
My minds eye just cannot forget,
Those mysterfluous bleeding ovules.
They hover, bark, speak like a lark,
You give me such jazzy eyes.
Quote of the Day:
"Perceive a world of perseverance, and it shall be granted. Believe in lands of boundlessness, and the same will be invented. Envision a universe of envious, and with it you shall be cursed" -Gergolord de La Yospma
Do you believe in physics? Well I'm glad you do,
I got a physitrician waiting here for you.