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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I Write Wits Psalm Burning Desire... Why? To escape livingsocial, and negate mine birth figuratively, knowingly, and precariously, I nightmarishly perch teeter tottering atop - dearth of financial safety net, where profuse hemorrhaging, viz bankruptcy, bloodshot eyes see red behind eight ball violently, helplessly then effortlessly lurch, analogous to tight rope walker, (envision the Great Wallenda) balanced above scalding, seething, and volcanic, magmatic, and basaltic lava spewing, qua global sized hearth, why what pray tell wood seem tubby an enormous googling search bar, a bajillion miles into abyss, (Penney's on the dollar) Wool Worth investigating resigning self tug go deep into the bowels of planet Earth, cruel fate, would temptingly find me permanently relieved of rectal, legal tender, (emotional, and many another) woe willingly surrendering, pirouetting, and cartwheeling self free falling, asper in toto Leonardo DaVinci's The Vitruvian Man anatomical perfect sketch doth show (absent parachute), while row tete ting away performing Queen like aerial bebop ping amidst thermal current status quo spinning (analogous pro vocation) to infamous colorful pinwheel lo' oft appearing on Macbook know wing mischievous gremlins glow with delight magnified screen no...no...no, OH, not on external Lenovo... ARGH more dough aye haint got to blow, mine absence invariably, sans minimal impact, (Matthew Scott Harris) his present existence, would be high jacked triggering oodles of noodles, re: guarding China Syndrome, where fortune cookie message presages annihilation pact, where yours truly feels like...chop suey racked amid smoldering humungous caldera, which generates unstoppable, laudable, and irreversible death cab for cutie sound track accompanies in concert my plummet from summit on high, which would give poor Humpty Dumpty, a run for his egg drop soupy sailing money, thus subsequently criss cross Sir Wren door ring me akin to quasi smashing pumpkins glop unless, while streaming thru ethereal medium (zero AmPeRe) hiphop.
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