ramilescarda: buzz whats the hoopla
Lionel Yumul: your hoopla's busted
ramilescarda: the hooplas not yet ripe tonto
Lionel Yumul: yup but your silver's dripping all over the whale's surface.
ramilescarda: yeah been shining it in since the harbor day
Lionel Yumul: st. patrick's all done but the shimmers are shining so bright it licked the pupils of my daisy.
ramilescarda: ha the daisies all over the wussies i cant stand puking the wastes of my settlement
Lionel Yumul: so you spill it. lounged over the crater of the swollen valley. It scream your name.But then you remembered and you exclaimed, "I am the golden God, BakDich."
ramilescarda: kinda dude. Unless i gord over the stench of the unwilling sun and yelled "I am Brum from the Planet Vulcan"
Lionel Yumul: You are Brum. Yet when you uncurled your locks it showed that you are actually Rocker Girl. Descendant of BakDich and rightful heir to the 3rd Rock of the Suns of Agammemnon.
ramilescarda: hahahah true true the whimsiness of my unnatural being. But what if Rocker Girl is Brum heir to the throne of genetically altered Mr.E's. THen that must be ridiculously interesting it vollywhops the storm of my undoing.
Lionel Yumul: VollyWhops. TeeHee. Bakdich is furious. He rolls up his sleeves to unravel a mystery tourniquet. Safari are planned. Execution is at hand.
ramilescarda: unravel a mystery tourniquet ampfness hahaha
Lionel Yumul: Boobies are served during the banquet of gods.
ramilescarda: hahaha
ramilescarda: tittytwists at the grasp of kings of convenience
Lionel Yumul: The Twins are ripe for the taking. They perk up and reach to the vastness of the milkyway. Irony is at their reach for The Milky Way is now the Milkman of the DarkBulbs of zion.
ramilescarda: hahaha potah addict
ramilescarda: shutup im off to work (doom of my natural cosmic self)
Lionel Yumul: you are doomed. stranded in the hopes of neverneverlux. swirlies on your feet. tendrils on your armpits. they tug on you like a ragdoll's penis. wax in wax out. you are but a minutiae of your superior's whim.
ramilescarda: ragdoll penis you say hahahah
Lionel Yumul: i am a poet. i spew words like i spew poo. words, they trust me like their mother's embrace. they will do.
ramilescarda: spew poo? like how a monkey and a mother do on a winter's coldness too? ah those are the stuff that make me go "coo"
Lionel Yumul: now your getting my drift. the seasons change like engleshrift. they poke on you like your sister incessantly. Donuts? y are they food of the godly Police Mutts? Mornings they come constantly. And you the son of agammemnon will shout out blatantly.
ang saya!!! thanks to khavn de la cruz
oh yeah i just saw the recent issue yesterday!!!! woot. bili na!!!
