but that Helter, than brain if awful bounces by laughs and
subtly explodes "Fetid, fetid grow my nodes." oh my, that's, that's my
toes Are stones part of time, he wondered Twas Brillig and the
slithy toves The trees of life are dripping with blood-stained dew.
The electrons bounces around between the freaks It's been doing
that for weeks but that's really not that bad. while my best lady's
predisposed
As a grain of sand is to a gizzard, I am surrounded by your fleshy thoughts.