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Air conditioner I pulse electronic, and paranoia! Repulsive dagger, meep on thee hand o' time...click clock click clock... NEVA MORE!

Or contact with emotions. Thine meepy lotion...suck meep suck meep...

Shhhhhhhheeeeee Blessed the heels of hard trodden marches Sucked the wind from tens of fallen arches Holograms of berated pleas Down on their knees

Shhhhhhhheeeeee Made it great in all their hungry minds You will never think of it unkind A sweet and sour plight Following the gutted fight

Soft, white, under your belly aloft, in flight, thundering smelly garrotish tulips in splintering sea rotton pork lips laughing at me

A day, a month, around the hole to lie and lunch upon the mole- infested lake of floral fire worming snake in cold desire

Dogs Are Better Than Ants

Dogs are better than ants Because you don't have to bend so far to pet them In addition, they are sturdy old muzzlers Who fetch us our slippers, papers, and twig chunks Twig chunks But most of all, they stay out of jelly jars and Never go squish if you happen to step on them.

By Henry Gibson

Oh sticky fluid in my pants Why so viscous and recalcitrant When I awoke this morning nigh You glued my meep to my thigh

See Daddy. See Daddy sleeping on the couch? See Daddy's hair. Daddy needs a haircut. Poor Daddy. Daddy has no money for a haircut. Daddy spends all his money to buy you toys and oatmeal. Poor Daddy. Daddy cannot have a haircut. Poor Poor Daddy. See the scissors.... Poor Poor Poor Poor Daddy.

There was a young maiden who came from the sea with only one place she wanted to be With a man named walker, who played in a band So she left the ocean and came out onto land

He was the one she wanted the most and she tried everything to capture his ghost But throughout their lives they never connected So she wandered the earth, alone and rejected.

She tried looking happy, she tried looking tragic she tried astral projecting, meep and black magic.

Nothing could join them, except one thing just maybe... Something to anchor their spirits... They had a baby.

But to give birth to the baby, they needed a crane. The umbilical cord was in the form of a chain.

It was ugly and gloomy, and hard as a kettle. It had no pink skin, just heavy grey metal.

The baby that was meant to bring them together, just shrouded them both in a cloud of bad weather.

So Walker took off to play with his band. And from that day on, stayed mostly on land.

So she was alone with her grey baby anchor, who got so oppressive that it finally sank her.

As she sank to the bottom, not fulfilling her wish, it was her and her baby... and a few scattered fish.

<code>                                 Tim Burton
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She loves reading the writing on the wall Gets a thrill from the illustrated stall She loves reading the writing, and what's more I love writing the reading she adores

Roses are red Violets are blue The sun does not shine When you are near