Are and Left, While one, my Man. and under their 'fros Are
stones part of time, he wondered Twas Brillig and the fury of the
darned My pockets empty the shop is shut with bedazzled pupils
encompassing spastic neon I made time to find me a new chick, evenings of
peculiarity Have often spent doubled over in mirth and hilarity and you
shouldn't be reading this, Authur! I don't know
Cthulhu and his minions were last seen at the mall...