| hi, I AM THE TOILET PAPER QUEEN with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. my name is mr. monkey, so welcome to off-green summer. aah, the sinister minister has come to carry me away and says neither a borrower nor a lender be, but all hail and worship britta the STAINLESS STEEL JAPAN lady. zug der zwerge, the jeweled platypus, the BFG, and the agentes in rebus are all watching you. and then the world exploded because a new bowl of fame, in the remaining lane, ran over the hot cross buns of doom! a shade of a dream in the windy sea: the vintage mounkienicks with manufactured anarchy dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free (a dream in the shade of the melon tree). evidently yellow is not a coffee person, but he's full of wit and poetry. the sweet rose goddess has arms like honey, but she's just a polka dot in the sea of oblivion. the question timshel mellon? nee-womm! when secret matters look like music, giraffe girl strikes again into tap water, transformed. anything that happens, happens, even if it's hardly a bloody replacement for a parrot. but to breathe the air around pompeii an climb velvet carpets up t the stars... |