Come mister tallyman, tally me banana.

[wonderfulxhell]

Jubilant sharecroppers are planting bundles of joy in the crevices of my teeth, inducing a spat of epilepsy. Flatulent petunias are riding my train of thought to the Pantheon that is my brain. They speak in a grandiloquent manner, expressing their magical mantras to inebriated geese. "Savour the sweet taste of insanity."

I've got a yen for yams. Get me one pronto Tonto!