Yessir I have felonies and melodies both melancholy and miraculous paragraphiculous and ridiculous stole some shows and some thunder thighs like two day old pudding slap 'em and ride the waves sike drink up some dishwasher detergent chased with lead paint not for the faint of heart just the stupid as ffffffffuuuuuu when under the right noises and boyses and girlies all singing their swirlies and twirlin' 'round like pinwheels of tin steel ten feet off of the ground hillsides like pill boxes full of coins and coincidences unmeasured instances of grief and shame without a blame no face to force hate just mirrors to show fate and the stars in the sky with their winking teasing ways all fall to the ground will be dead within days but they are not forsaken, maybe only spared to avoid seeing the moment when sunny didn't share and all went dark like absence of creation animation of fears all mixed and respun into dope dubstep to be grinded and mashed and spat back up into the trees