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i may have written this while hanging out with my Uncle Sid:

you know what i'm saying! the smooth hippity to the hop on pop that's what you've been missing! it's a mission to the unpossible land of imagination, my favorite nation, where we can all just jive up and down the bazooka jo trees! All the jelly rolls, soma amounts can't be told, frying the flip side of the flap jack, just in time for me to purchase my sack of tunes trumpeted out by old men wrinkled as prune danish! And where will eye be when the I sees the mayham and chaos delightfully playing the melody in sanctimonius unity with the Goddess that BE, oh gee...i missed something! I've got another ticket for you to take the journey to the colorful land i lay out before me with my words thoughts and drawings, because this ain't no place to bring your camcorder, just a jug of fine water, some grub, and a zoomin buddy and your ready to lay some skin on the golden brick road. WARNING: THIS MAY ALL BE A TRICK OF THE MIND says your left foot who feels left out until you start up a dance set to the music of the spheres that if you listen closely you can hear: pulsing like a river with the many facets even Siddhartha had a hard time seeing, smiling buddha staring back at you like the Joker, the unpredictable element of man's estate. More specifically, Bruce Wayne Manor which has a sliding pole that turns ya into Bat-Man made in His Image, fighting off the deamons while he smokes Kryptonite laced Magicjuana laughing up a storm about his Silver Age shenanigans, when the true hero around was the woman Wundah! But that's much later in continuity, and we must pay respect to continuity, like a snare entrapment falling over our visual fields rocking out to Lynard Skinnard as they begin their descent...is death the only free bird? Nah forget her for a sec and understand what she's trying to do for you and me, she's the pass taker, the hand stamper, the smiling carnyfolk who lets you on another ride, or better yet off the ride you're currently on! We are actually 50th dimensional beings enjoying the county fair and old Doc Bamboozle has introduced his new machine, the Life machine, and fora small fee of trust, you too can take the ride of someone's life!
phew..well my time here is coming to a close..it's almost 5 o'clock and it's been snowing for a while, enjoy your denial of my tale, that's why i wove it. In this time of firm beliefs sometimes it's good to see your firm disbeliefs.
adieu for now.
Rv. Xen mixin it up, middle school!

Description
i may have written this while hanging out with my Uncle Sid:

you know what i'm saying! the smooth hippity to the hop on pop that's what you've been missing! it's a mission to the unpossible land of imagination, my favorite nation, where we can all just jive up and down the bazooka jo trees! All the jelly rolls, soma amounts can't be told, frying the flip side of the flap jack, just in time for me to purchase my sack of tunes trumpeted out by old men wrinkled as prune danish! And where will eye be when the I sees the mayham and chaos delightfully playing the melody in sanctimonius unity with the Goddess that BE, oh gee...i missed something! I've got another ticket for you to take the journey to the colorful land i lay out before me with my words thoughts and drawings, because this ain't no place to bring your camcorder, just a jug of fine water, some grub, and a zoomin buddy and your ready to lay some skin on the golden brick road. WARNING: THIS MAY ALL BE A TRICK OF THE MIND says your left foot who feels left out until you start up a dance set to the music of the spheres that if you listen closely you can hear: pulsing like a river with the many facets even Siddhartha had a hard time seeing, smiling buddha staring back at you like the Joker, the unpredictable element of man's estate. More specifically, Bruce Wayne Manor which has a sliding pole that turns ya into Bat-Man made in His Image, fighting off the deamons while he smokes Kryptonite laced Magicjuana laughing up a storm about his Silver Age shenanigans, when the true hero around was the woman Wundah! But that's much later in continuity, and we must pay respect to continuity, like a snare entrapment falling over our visual fields rocking out to Lynard Skinnard as they begin their descent...is death the only free bird? Nah forget her for a sec and understand what she's trying to do for you and me, she's the pass taker, the hand stamper, the smiling carnyfolk who lets you on another ride, or better yet off the ride you're currently on! We are actually 50th dimensional beings enjoying the county fair and old Doc Bamboozle has introduced his new machine, the Life machine, and fora small fee of trust, you too can take the ride of someone's life!
phew..well my time here is coming to a close..it's almost 5 o'clock and it's been snowing for a while, enjoy your denial of my tale, that's why i wove it. In this time of firm beliefs sometimes it's good to see your firm disbeliefs.
adieu for now.
Rv. Xen mixin it up, middle school!