Mull To Soap Opera Camp Champ. Revamp The Slant

The lights glow in and out fade, what's going on? Disenchantment? No re instate the enhance experiment. All let out for that split sec. To inflect what you know what you've inspected, not just nonsense. It wasn't all that crazy but brutal abrupt like a punk rock mayor.

Who or what got down to that funny farm? Still got the clout to get out of harms way? Well no and yes. Well I'm a pacifist sir. Even if this pacifism is a form of combat. Yo got riddled on the womp. They treated it like a kind of video game. They got addicted to the pixels. Help them, help me get out of this nonsensical rant!

Won't be clown housed to the film flam. All these nervous reactions cannot disenchant me with what I am. Still some bold and fun stories to be told for sure! There is always the right kinda uplifting mischief! The worry's go out, the demons get cast out and away. No perverse unjust-justifications for sensation. Out of the domesticated animal act, out of the brainwashed desperation.

Will do to deal with the existing existence crises's and the glowbell worming. The permaculture cult culturist curators surrender the matter to natures dispatches. Shove the real life slap happy hippie hype hell for true hire happiness to entail to know happiness isn't everything. Heehee