Trinkets atop my mind drama, a fellow be-bop responds to the corners of my essence.
Silliness befalls me. The, my essence, is essentially not wanting. Today we fall upon pineapples as a martian descends into the sun.
There be orange people speaking of us. The orangeness of the whatever purple names used to belong to the second kind. Of the second encounter.
Let it not be set. Let it not be nut. I may be nutty but we need not know what they are on Saturdays.
Thrice!
Silliness befalls me. The, my essence, is essentially not wanting. Today we fall upon pineapples as a martian descends into the sun.
There be orange people speaking of us. The orangeness of the whatever purple names used to belong to the second kind. Of the second encounter.
Let it not be set. Let it not be nut. I may be nutty but we need not know what they are on Saturdays.
Thrice!