what to do,
oh...
what to do.
"What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reeps through rewards and ill fitting thoughts,
A twilight force, she doesn't wanna walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught,
Cannot be nineteen, it's perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
Pulled from the after taste, you'll have to slip away,
and I'm happy to say,
Behold as the crook in a hammock plays...
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall... "
