Keys on digits till fingers rigid broken bent crooked stiff mind to grind ear to slime beer to grime weed to line anotha one anatha won...

This story I shall write tonight Will be 40 lines and just right Number 3 starts here, you see? Dumby honey-gumpy bumble bee Like myself...

The pimple is popped The booger is gone you’re free to breath and sing your song You pulled the trigger …such throw up and slop lighter...

I’m not bitter, this batter’s much too complex. It’s somewhat obnoxious that page breaks are gone. Easy to break my focus with...

I’m fed, not fed up. My cup overfloweth. The flow comes out, one wayer another. Words are made up. Make believe, please don’t make bees...

“UMMMMMMMM. UHHHHH. Oh. Yeah. Well. But. Like. See. Okay. Yes.” Man, oh man, isn’t that the best? Hahaha. Uh uh. No. No. Nah nah. Such...

Brevity is the soul of wit – twitty fools oft disregard it. “Ain’t got time for that. Only this.” “Sorry, but, all I wanted to say is...

The Gabby Abbys are gone! I ordered fries with a beer and then some My situation is undoubtedly unique… Can I bring people from their...

There are gabby ladies like clucking chickens enjoying a fantasy with no male distraction though they distract me with the shrill and far...

I’m feeling salty, spicy, pepper, lime, vodka, tomato, worcestershire, and horseradish. This Mary just got bloody *sip* savor, taste the...

How might a collision within a division of fusion or fission knock knock intuition? Maybe I’m feelin’ it dependent despondent on foreign...

I am dead. I am dying. I am dust filling space. I’m a memory long forgotten now gone without a trace. I am dead. I am rotten. I am...

I am White. I am Black. A Nazi, also Ghandi. I am happy when I’m sad. But sappy when I’m angry. I’m hippy as I’m stern. Educated,...

I am me In fin it tee Where black holes meet How my eyes see Dimensionless reality perception focus; misalignment two halves joined in...

Instrumental from Grown Up by Danny Brown When you concern yourself in something you are a person whose interesting* Thank you for your...

Higher Grounds’s remedy spices in complexity in Moodus muddy coffee drips powdered grounded flavor sticks wavers wafting within...

Give me Letters Give me words Give me feeling you observe. Swirly girly curly burly friendly healing wake me early  hold me dearly ...

Good ol’ Yoshi offered a ride, dinosaurs pack that primitive pride. — March 21st 1988 a spring thirsty for love and discovery. If...

Lighting connecting electrozap striking ⚡ through clouds of hellfire splitting the heavens smashing his shielding – reflecting – –...

The Seven Dwarfs Happy Grumpy Dopey Bashful Sneezy Sleepy Doc We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day through To...