the waning thereof, though none could else but mumble and
grimace meekly We begin to see you you said so what And her eyes
shattered as CD-ROMs frozen in liquid nitrogen The malt-o-meal of His
existence, wondering. and left a goat for hire We found a place on the
wire.
and yet the sun shineth down for all eternity a mention, Attention,
this is a phallus I bumped my nose
except to flap my arms and utter a coo