don't understand me. this is not for you. It's for you. my Gemini shin splints are pirates. hopeless Romans, romantically dismantling the things you Undo. the things you You. I Doctor in your Seuss canal. with a frontal lobe, more Job than a postage stamp - in this Day and Age. It's grey and rage - with the tooth torn out !
Out through the probable snout of the next mummified god-king of our interlocking rot... our chamber pots spotting the oft begot good of our evil Mummenschanz
we are crepes' rue; yet we roulette best in Typhoons from murk placid.