the farthest thing from fucking up was sliding down and upping chuck here we have linquent mootzart strimming frimma tree strimming earthly tewrds the nibble stroaning for a glee here we have the lumpent sue a qualid wally muff who dons all day upon the loof and hardly lifts a tuft normbus nation that we stride in flimmrin’ brandicoot the cash all spent in sacred stride from sea to polished boot irk and furbished circumstance furby, furking urp please just leave me do your dance. I’m stuck. told me: evan this is nonsense told me: stuff is runk tried to say this niftiness is blankness playing bunk. Sure, we have our caveats or divets, our divides we once divert in sinfulness sip sugared cyanide yeah, the longfelt loneliness we whimper deep we cry hold it all within our souls the thickness of our hide. NORFT! the crump fucked dibblington the ever branging-scoot the little tykes on three wheelers the pigeons blarping poop the dweebs, the dicks, the dumbellinas swigging sweet champagne the wispy witted narrow nose kids asking for more pain. the stroller pushing lulemoms kids, don’t know their luck this we offer to you for three seam encrusted bucks.