The sound of ignorance.
Hello nothing. No one's friend
Sighs come to hop on you an then
Into a remake swiftly changing
For this is humor deftly ribbing
And the clown that was smitten with his shame precludes the town of down renowning and the reality was they already knew what ants do not, thats its all for colony. A colony quite esteemed, and known in most parts far between the wrinkles on a map, cuz this was how it dealt with crap and stuff like that. It very mellowed flushed it on, just let it pass. Lit the match. It was the town of crowning. All the people lived and swayed neaththe gleaming crown they weighed.  a road work cone it looked to some, a dunce in fact forgotten tact. Its awfully wrong but I had to once, let you try it  on now give it back..  (I wear it ya hear? Let that be clear.) And the brow's all covered in wild hair as they grew there. An it was a hostile unibrowing. groucho Marx you can not claim the highest facial hair of fame, no the high score for the ever more will be my own they flutter more, of it I'm sure. and daylight dawned an fell to knell of nights flee mourned.
I changed a word, then it grew to two. No not adorned, that's aside, quip quite absurd, deleted poisons edit's cure, excerpt write err. Fog rolled in to set tje air abolish clear. and the writer who's working unemploy art an it's joy, designing disparaged tome, has blown the task he would not say, so do not ask.

And this is the sound of battle stalling solo status er I meant ruining this as sure as sure is surely on pot amiss papers wrath. they might have been on tobacco whacked but I seem dope was not, upon the album pointed rapped.
An a letter u's the difference made of fack an worse. As professed a tweenish lad irk erupt a might disrupt deemed pubescent plucked, 11 yet. Imagine that.
Tween it an us, a secret shared, oh how I love that perfection plus, name pf film; Almost Famous

Poorly eviscerating one of the most amazing lyric laden songs with singing and music and such from the wide bottom cuff days of lore and yore and twas all in spun er all in fun hope no ones sore. Happy buns. I really do adore that tune. It's wayyy prior radddd followed by idicalll, an gnarly dudes. And a pair of chakas shaken swift after ensues. Then this that is mute and that is that.



Song lyrics by, 2 tunnels peripheral

All bulls make feces,
roam mindful on the range, ye ol planters of seed it here first, you darling droughts of spouts and bladders.
Piss is where this wents to shits hits is
Strike 2!  Flight fouls no balls bases sobered. Gaydoll!!!!! Goddamnit not again...



When digging hole dig then stop wholing umhoed dirt half way throwing back inward pebbles rolling, dig forgoing remove it tall in short end task. In pride he bask. Swell with it.
Prance off dandy denoting
wait i not no dandy whatchasaynotepassingIaintbro when I'm the dude a sitting thus bagging my sussed selfitude with halfasstitude talent trolling and naturally airs errors gallantried...um
I don't even know what that means.

My brains has beened the coming of the last an final word its coming after and its just few letters too observe glory glory how we rue ya.. its been the clodforsaken end.

Dig it, a hole


Ps. Nothing more to add.


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