Wicked elixirs gush forth to the north the force of the earth pulls like rain drops down south without doubt into your greedy mouth your greedy, needy mouth
ii.
I'm the least materialistic person you'll ever meet but you steal from me I will cut you off cut you off
iii.
The sad background music she is crying, inconsolable does not draw out any more sympathy silence an echo chamber, effect achieved
iv.
If I were not doing this my eyes would be closed merging with a gas planet collecting alien frequencies