These words are not forced.
Mind, soul, body, bodysuit
phoenix flames first fire for forests afling king jingaling
I was walking by the forest when I saw a talking bear
he jumped up and asked me what I was doing there
he was carrying pictures of his birdfriend he had lost long ago
on a ship named after a mermaid, the Mariamore
is what I daydreamed of while eating green tea ice cream
and laughing at a friend's face
Candide Cand-ace laced with poisonous easter egg bombs a plenty
toss em into the carriage and watch lions and tigers and unicorns galore tap their feet and sing about bedknobs and broomsticks and jinglingpuffs of air get mad
nonsensical iridensical nonensical popsidaisical musical cal fallon fun
I press space whenever I feel like it but not really ya really ya foron of fonon bears a plenty, do you know what else multiplies? BUNNIES and CALCULATORS! my name is rubber ducky hwang, I go cuckoo coocoo for coco potts and teacups and not gilcup aplenty like alice in dodoland. did you know they played crickett and ate dim-sum made from siamese twins for breakfast ya oh-la!~laka.

Here's a newsflash. I was croqueting in front of my elementary school when this girl named sammy came along and disappeared, followed by her sister julia and her brother sean. It was the summer of fifth grade when I was friends with this guy named patrick and we went to family fun center to ride on the pirate ship of mt. doom as I so not fondly remembered it. It was a flyin through the air and then I heard Nick's voice talking speaking and it was my dorm room and it was dark at 5 am and he jumped up out of nowhere and woke me in my dream and I was like woah and we were a getaway driving from these guys who were chasing after me in my own house so I climbed out of my bedroom window cause my top bunk's right next to the second floor window and I jumped off the roof off a cliff and into a meadow where after a brief respite from a siege of my high school I really needed to go the bathroom,soIwentandwokeupbecauseIhadwetthebedohdarnthatbedfullofgypsiesandesmeralda
wasquasimodowasaskeletonlyingdeadinherarmsorhisarmstillhecrumpledandfelllikethewindbull
seyeitwasallmisterfrollo'sfaultgoddamnthewindwasharshtonightguyrbushohshyducklock and it was like I was in candyland again with that evil licorice guy teaming up with polly sparks to change the future, till Motly the Cot came to save us all by summoning the king of the dragons, but it was shot down to death by fire and bullets and angel feathers from a giant castle in the sky, laputa or zeal or shevat or that common archetype that looks like a flying saucer from the ground in the desert and shoots laser beams at people when they're confuzzled or summoned by aliens to become impregnated with the green people's chaldren cauldron Princess Leyna of the three blind mice kingdom de euphoria symphonia sylph the sky dragon warrior. It was a majestic battle, id and his weltall vs kimberly the pink amazoness with her genie dust and pixie lamp magic crab battle that cut his eye out and made blood drop to the ground like a shadow that hides his face from sunlight oh mighty Colombo of Citizen Kane, shine your Jimmy Stewart philanthropical brightness on our forebearers who must suffer in the desert for days with nothing but manna and the northern star to the right to guide us! Even Peter Pan is not here. I express my right to Tinkerbell with cannons in the night and universal truths that are self-evident; that all men were created pigs and all pigs were created equal, but some pigs were lesser than other pigs, the rest were adopted by ghosts and harrowing carriages running through the fog while blaring their foglights at unsuspecting pedestrian terrorists that were threatening to undermind the rat hive mind society. Luckily, there was a dissident named Paul Ronald who changed his name to Yertle the Turtle in defiance of the other Ryan named Bobswerth because he was nauseous all day in fear of losing his stoop to the stoop kid. Arnold the football head was there to save the day and coherently prove that linear algebra is a piece of dust in the sky that needs to be sneezed on to be appreciated by miniscule human beings like heffalumps and sneazels. But lo, an angel came from the sky bearing good tidings and bad fortune to the shepherds at night eating their sheep for dinner because it just tasted that good, and God was like, sike!

You know it's time for kokomo,
Jamaica, Bahamas, come on sweet mama with your papayas, fandangos, movie ticket bingos, pink elephants, on parade, maybe they could drive to hallucination where the shrooms are fine and the sweet peas are sour patch kids (they taste so good in restaurants) and are comprised of integrated circuit devices, but we fuel our kids with fourier transforms and icy hot that burned my skin off three weeks ago, but don't worry you can use mine if you wish but you'd probably think I was too weird or introverted to talk to because I dislike freshman orientation but I LOVE the Rocky Horror Picture Show, like Bob's mom and her videojuegos. So Just imagine like Barney that I have a kid that's half Black and half Latino and imaginary Peanut who goes to school every day but gets made fun of by his peers because he's weird and part Peanut, because Mayonnaise is clearly superior. His parents also disown him and his chem lab partners denied him three times before balking rooster sounds at him. He grows up to marry a woman that doesn't really appear to like him but really is in love with him and has super powers (she can use psychic powers and defeat poison types). They go off on a honeymoon and the guy falls off the cruise and reported missing, so the wife uses her psychic powers to break the ship in half and look for him, only to sink the ship and cause the deaths of the 25,000 illegal immigrants that were hiding on board. So she's still distraught about her missing husband and a bunch of North Koreans are clamoring for justice over this girl and the judge is too afraid to pass an order because she might pull a Sylar on him and blast his head off like Mr. Manhatten. So in her depression she flys off to outer space, but her take off from earth cause a volcano to blow off from the other side of the world, resulting in mass chaos and the sun turning blue and the moon turning into green cheese making it light enough for a cow to jump over. The cat and the mouse came out from their holes to chase each other every night and laugh uncomfortably. MEANWHILE the husband awakens to find himself in the middle of the ocean and it's raining and somehow he's able to breathe underwater but he doesn't know why yet. So he swims and he swims and he swims and he's getting nowhere for a long time but he's not tired, but he doesn't know why. Then Hades appears in front of him (he's actually hallucinating at this point) and offers him a ticket to Los Caballeros, the local sports club on a floating island in the middle of the universe, so he accepts it and wakes up again in the middle of the ocean, somehow able to breathe. So he's swimming and thinking that his narrator is a douchebag that doesn't know how to narrate a good plotline, so the narrator turns the page and suffocates the character in the water and kills him. Sensing this, his wife who is now passing by Alpha Centauri somehow learns to transcend the fourth wall and enters a turn based battle with the narrator, only to fail because the narrator is running on Tales of the Abyss' system and attacks 5 times faster and can run around her in circles while she's trying to use psychic powers on a dark type. Quasimodo's skeleton emerges from a neighboring book (rematerializing from dust) and gives her a good spanking, and she's done for. But back to the mocking shepherds in the fields and Bathsheba waiting on David and Absalom cursing his dad and Jonathan getting killed by gorillas and Absalom dying because his hair got caught in the Willow Tree from Harry Potter oh noes so they say Isaac was watching this from afar and weeping because he was about to get sacrificed oh wait I got it the other way around and Abraham was getting ready to stone his son when angels came down bearing flutes and good tidings and horrific joy and mocking heaven music and God was like SIKE! again.

Silly Abraham, Trix are for monkeys.