| Hey look! There are trees in London. |


Disappointed Oceanographersiridescent dinoflagellates are wailing- a million little voices shouting, growing with anger. tiny mood rings, turning red with fury. tiny sailors scaling mountainous peaks of froth.Disappointed Oceanographers


Tension or: YBGWe're nurturing discomfort. I'm watering your heart attack- playing baby mozart and getting rid of baby fat.Tension or: YBG
Fertilize your apathy, let it mount and let it grow. Feel the fear creep up your back- but don't you let it show.
Yellow journalism's got me blue. I'm thinking quick but not as quick as the evening news.
Feel the panic in your throat. Feel it creep and overflow. Increase the tension in your face. Accept your fate and let it in. You're never safe in the human race. Clutch your chest and we'll begin.
And It Was

Varying Degrees of IntensityI am opening a bakery in your right nostril, and I'm selling pies to all of your best friends. They (your friends) slap your wrists when you doVarying Degrees of Intensity
something wrong, and the pies smell so delicious- you
cannot wait until they (the pies) have fully cooked and I will
make a five hundred percent profit off of them hot DOG dear
old boy! old chap! old man! "I missed you so!" said your friends and "oh, I know, I know," I told them then, and they (your friends) laughed
when they were drinking from their bottled water and coughed and spit
it (the water) out like little fountains or gey
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"I spend my lunch hours being a London trees picture."
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