Goldilocks and Lemon Curry
Flew up into the air
Where and when and why and how
They really didn’t care
The Narcissistic bells were ringing
Flowers in their heads
And they danced their dainty dances
Above the flower beds
T’was autumn and the leaves were mourning
The loss of summers gone
And Goldilocks and Lemon C
Flew on and on and on
They flew above the drudgery
They flew above the pain
They flew above insanity
And all the barely sane
their flight continued endlessly
ever-on and higher
their flight it is my fantasy
my singlemost desire
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I only have but one paperclip, but I do have a great deal of lint. In fact, it could be said that I always compensate for my lack of cents (sense?) with prodigious amounts of lint. Give me lint enough and I could blanket the world.
MEETING ALL YOUR NONSENSE NEEDS SINCE 1999
"I believe that the moment is near when, by a procedure of active paranoic thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality." (Salvador Dali)
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