Inkaty binkaty motha funken danky donkey, Just tripped so hard I smacked the cart my horn when Huh-heh honky!
My ice cream melted upwards till it dripped into the clouds that thundered in reaction to the melty cream of cows.
I just had a daydream i was slipping sipping on some syrup that spilt from a tree gushing it poured until i woke up.
Already awake, with your face go hit a rake, could a car without brakes possibly ever have stakes in the fortune five hundred vampire joust that takes, place every tuesday at the back of the fake, building that got built to stand in the space, of the empty lot that stood there since the start of a case.
Can a case be made for toast that hasn't not a slice of bread, like a neverland buffet, enough has or hasn't been said. But enough hasn't been lived, in the time that it took, for fifteen thousand magic rice bubbles to go an grow in a nook.
Can a cranny be explained, existing in outer space, can a scream in a can be heard if opened in your face.
Can the stars explode silently, if they were in a library, can a crown be worn upside down if it were to sound just like a inside out bribery.
Can that new thing that looks just like the old one, become more improved if you think you may have stole one?
So at the end is the beginning like the middle, or is it so big that in a microscope it's little?
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