Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
Keep on with the Post Office Don’t stop ’till you get enough
Show them hot monkey Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it!... You're a hot monkey, Don't you bite No one wants to feel your penis Just beat it,beat it, beat it, beat it You've got to show them that you're real Hey Toto, don't you ever come around here...
She ran underneath the table He could see she was an emo Annie get your wookiee, are you woking any? Anything you want, 'kay? You want, 'kay, any?"
For forty days and for forty nights I was on the slab I flew in sandwiches from Japan of steaming lamb curried ants Village Cheese is not my lover But the chair is not my size