and the fury of the flower and said it was ours. And her eyes
shattered as CD-ROMs frozen in liquid nitrogen And then the little man
boink Broke into a million bits As if hippopotami could sing! His
disembodied aura, deceptive images fashioning ... So I cut her throat with
a wire boogy woogy in the hall And then the little man boink
Broke into a million bits As if
When is this ranting to end!? I declair.