Would you reply to
This perennial happiness
This extra mundane serenade of willingness
Would you cry to
The songs of pain
That leave my mind with spittle like rain
Would you deny too,
My sanity that takes a shower of pigsnouts
Philosophise my adhesive mirrors - my subhariniticle frey-
Do thou realise that perseverance is spiritually fit in seventeen states of Jupiter?
Won't you share a bottle of cigarettes for tea?
Pockets full of pencils detox my liver, a shot of mud-water noodles explain the hyper realities of wiccanism also known as Harrypotterisms
That's numberwang!
Clowns bow down to the son of a meteor
I invite you to steal my lies.
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