Cathartic reigns, on my parade. We were made, parallel. A parable - recorded sound. Hope, below ground - We are lost not found! And I am the one piece of the puzzle yet to be cut - Born with a muzzle to keep it shut. Prenatal collusion: Abortion conclusion. This was my religion! Nothing you say's gonna turn me off.

w4cKy!!!

I doubt it'll take off, it will soon be dead.
I could eat my words though, be careful how i tread,
Feel ashamed and be forced back to bed,
Where i'd watch Pulp Fiction: "who's Zed?"
"Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead"

Licquor alibi - no surprise, were u high?the time, it was nigh. Prolapse, expire! Still i tire - not of the mortal, he screams 'where is the portal?' When you insured tIL? Cos I feel a bit ill.

Melodrama - Verbal sultana. swim in the harbour? No, we wore armour. I dreamt of a saviour, wrapped in brown paper. But i was a stranger, floating in vapour. Virginal queens they strive to be seen. They only wear dresses, only in green. Did you go to the shop? to buy that pop? Thanks if you did

Pass me the tea? I am not pleased. Concave reprieve? It slid down my sleeve. I ask u again - stab hen with a pen? Colloquial machine! I was only nineteen, a pacific sardine floating in beans. Regress to the mean - supervisory routine? Make aquamarine mujahideen from plasticine til u intervene, with propylene ice cream and unforseen wolverine. To reconvene at Halloween would be serene.

.......

Listen Yee, oh harty fool,
Listen up and listen cool,
Darnce a jig, a jig or two,
for on the morrow,
to Timbuktu with you,

Aye, aye to Timbuktu.

it brings me such sadness

There was a user,
rancid meat mannikin was his name,
and a trick on poor old prole did he play,
he posted here, he posted there he posted almost everywhere,
then a post that was penned by the rancid meat man himself,
declaring with a haughty tone,
YOU! USER, i SAY YOU SIR,
BEWARE BUT BE SURE, PROLE BE MY NAME, AND I WILL POST NO MORE,
well this caused a stir, as you can well imagine,
poor old prole was fingered, in the most unkindly fashion,
but rest be sure, the good did out,
I'm a little teapot short and stout.

found crowned+browned, bound to a hound on a mound on the ground, drowned, making no sound in a compound