la! this is not funny because

boringness envelops the heart of the sun warm,

resonating in the colder agony that flies below

the windy tree in the raining depths

of my blackened soul when vermillion mahler ascends

unto the deprived hollow and slithers up, across a

roughened dream that's filled with buckets of chocolate ice cream

thats added to "whats his deal?!" " i don't understand "

tell me what comes next: