and the roquefort under my bed starts to reek Because its fast
and efficient and not to dear even though the best orifice is in
your ear I inhaled the Vapors of the fridge shelves, While with a
spoon I kill all the elves Paddington bear, playing noisily with
broken glass, errupted with such visciousness to scare me (escaping
the destiny of human instinct) yet my soul halt as the
Although I still don't stop breathing.