What a fuck is that, freak horror, if someone want to scare the world, she and another scarecrow from mars she just did now. Indeed, which music was playing, did she realize, she and her friend brad that persons don't arrive which music that fat wing eater is talking about. Monster madness in the telephone, you give a telephone and the freak diary comes out. Rocky Horror show.
"Oh, you who read some song that I have sung,
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?
Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd?
Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore:
You have its shape, its color and no more.
It tells not one of those vast mysteries
That lie beneath the surface of the seas.
Our songs are shells, cast out by-waves of thought;
Here, take them at your pleasure; but think not
You've seen beneath the surface of the waves,
Where lie our shipwrecks and our coral caves."
"Oh, you who read some song that I have sung,
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?
Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd?
Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore:
You have its shape, its color and no more.
It tells not one of those vast mysteries
That lie beneath the surface of the seas.
Our songs are shells, cast out by-waves of thought;
Here, take them at your pleasure; but think not
You've seen beneath the surface of the waves,
Where lie our shipwrecks and our coral caves."
http://www.chandlerswatch.com/2011/01/28/moron-moran-accuses-the-nation-of-racism-what-a-loser/
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