SNOOOZFRILLA
an' then woke up.
Ain't it evin?
Like evry serp-hosedly a priori mornin'?
Bcs evry time you wake up to stuff kinda stahps you out from slumbrin' afoot like no frickin' zaaahmbie.
(Less'n yr eyebrows raisin' here, there is frankly no point cavortin' with muh Wind Marriah speckyoolayschwaahns no furthah. Mebbe purchase a 4X4X0. Or infinite communion with the world's bestest evah salvation-denied crocksa sheeyilt.)
My View?
Ain't Spined Carriahs trooly all about ...
NOO DAYS! NOO ADVENTYOORES!
Ziif'n spinna plannits beyond our own evin cayurre a F!
ABOUT FALLING ASLEEP ON THE JOB.
UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED TO DO SO --
IMMEDIATELY, AND FOREVER --
WILL YOU PLEASE GET TO THE POINT?
*does that thing with eyes*
*then says*
Hugguess that's how it goes with horizons.
Shrunk to desprit death.
Or expandolishpops, far as glory may spill.
Gotta figure if'n nowan ANYPLACE buttween abslootsa this ordah, mebbe there is no a priori in it.
Jus' degreesa prefrnce.
So ... whyevah fall hussleep on the jahb?
It is without question evry time you don't ask!
*gonna sleeyip now*
*in a ZZZZZZZly cuppasity*
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.