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Mucus drips but once a year from a leaky Fawcett and onto a small doe who frolics in the savannah under a wicker tree, three doors down lay a bruised and battered sheep bladder, in the pouring rain where frogs lay there eggs on the eve of evil, till death do us part, most worms travel uphill to get to the most sacred warm newt spleen. on the cusp of swearing at a Latin pig farm, the man rips a new pair of Hanes and shatters through the glass of life, leaving dogs and pillows behind him.Three man lie and wonder where there lives have gone, though the day of terror and dispute through the land of Merciah and over the hills of the unlaiden swallow lie an entrapment of gorgeous sea creatures waiting to be devoured by the satanic ritual of peeing on tree farms and losing there wallets in bushes outside of giant eagle. The morbid creatures capture the very essence of living within a catheter and start spattering English gibberish until the sun rises on the western stratosphere, three days have passed since that day and leave us to only speculate that the notzies will soon rise from there graves and take hold of all of our nipples only to twist and pull and replenish the worlds cheese depravation, the day is near my friends, turtles will no longer do the hustle in there fancy clogs and there scantily clad attire, lord help us all on the eve of Starbucks and there mocha lattes. Pilgrims have suffered long and hard through the trees and peasants and kings and the lady of the lake has dipped the sword into the bosom of the water. Excalibur, alas, has come forth to save the world from the smallpox and bulldozers we call tapeworm, no man shall stand alone and no flower shall whither until the third day in which should be reached has been reached not one nor two but three, after the third day shall the land of milk and honey turn into sour dough pudding and ants and milk weed should forever thrive, until most of us shall pass a large amount of nitrous oxide through our hollow, desperate lives.For many years the seasons change and the sons grow up to be fathers, for many years the names they change, and the women turn in to mothers. None of this shall come to pass when the aforementioned scenarios will rise above the hatred and evil and concupiscent and the various foreskin laying in wait to be chopped and eating from the fowls of the air and the beasts of the fields and the blankets with holes at the bottoms, what good is such a situation where tears of joy turn into tears of grief and as the story goes the immigration brings sickness and sorrow and long suffering, and bondage, and mildew and fever and various forms of beetles and chimpanzees, oh how we, as a society, reach out our hands to reach the holy grail and to fathom the depths of our souls, where men wear pink and women wear black and all the butter turns into chest nuts.Twelve egotistic monks once dwelled in a large oak tree, never once setting foot on hollow ground, the brave squirrels we call badgers only came out when the world turned south and moon lit the upper portion of the tree. These men were once known as great scorcerers who would rule the earth with an iron knee cap. these feared souls would turn down a three legged dog with its mutilated tail dragging behind it drenched in marinara sauce, they would curse on there own Aunt Mildred's grave. At some point, in everyone's life we shall come to these twelve men and ask but what question, kneee, and they shall tell us to fetch some shrubbery, one that looks nice and that is not to expensive and bring it back to them, on this day I warn you sooo, cross the bridge of dispair and save the hermits and warthogs, save the spam, these men will stop and nothing to mock your mother and father and tell you that they will wave there private parts at you...stay away and save the earth and spoons.There once was a man who bought a pearl, a great big pearl, a beautiful pearl, there once was a man who bought a pearl a great big beautiful pearl and, he sold his car, pat pat pat, and he sold his house, pop pop pop and he sold his hat, tap tap tap can you fancy that, no I cant, and he sold every thing just to buy that pearl that great big beautiful pearl.
And don't forget about Shawn and Shawna!