Pax's Pharmacopoeia - forests-poetry

Ahem

11:55 PM

Hoot hoot, I'll poop in your soup A little bit of soot for your pathetic toot I'll grow my roots into your boots I'll shoot you like a fruit I am but a brute that will mute

11:58 PM

---- My intelligence is high High as the sky If you dare defy I will fry until you're dry C'mon now, don't be shy If you're a spy, I will surly make you cry

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Im waiting for that mixtape to drop

12:05 AM

Butter churners paradise

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It's like a combination of poetry and rap

Whose dumpling is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark potato. I watch him pace. I cry hello. He gives his dumpling a shake, And screams I've made a bad mistake. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The dumpling is sweet, feathery and deep, But he has promises to keep, Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps. Revenge is a promise a man should keep. He rises from his cursed bed, With thoughts of violence in his head, A flash of rage and he sees red. Without a pause I turned and fled.

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Forest Lunchable

Whose dumpling is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark potato. I watch him pace. I cry hello. He gives his dumpling a shake, And screams I've made a bad mistake. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The dumpling is sweet, feathery and deep, But he has promises to keep, Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps. Revenge is a promise a man should keep. He rises from his cursed bed, With thoughts of violence in his head, A flash of rage and he sees red. Without a pause I turned and fled.

Damn that hit like a dose of dfo

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May I suggest a topic for you @Forest Lunchable oh wise one

Yes my fine birdie

Prostitutes

EHHH, you yankin'me wagon georgie!? Mmm? Hmm?

8:03 PM

Whatever, ahem

Prostitution, so fluffy and Bouncey Her eyes to your fallen cradle, Beside the dames that gilded each finger, Speak to my body a little voice; Ere I bade thy burning blush parterre, You shall have a grant in return; Swift and high, with soft motion, Amid that sunshine, and so be my night— Making it so, upon a July night, Found thee at my loud desire; Hold her white breast for evermore— Laid her wide smile, Before thee pass'd thy lovely purple hair; Bright and pale as your fallen harp. Light as a spell of the voice by night, Unceasingly thine eyes this solace riven, Aroused a dream before the town; Bring me of the greater supremacy; High human forms wait in the west; Like lightning in a other farm, Laid her wide smile, and mourned her lot, Black was her eyes as that night; We thrust into the gentle tide Brought on her from the rust of time, Lisped in the flood that little voice: Look at this present with my perfect face; She tells me it is time to pay twenty Glance with the west! ere she went, Drowning the wild voice of a golden air: I drown in tears as I fear; I had wasted my money anear (edited)

8:25 PM

--- Wow, I even impress myself! (edited)

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Lol poem about fucking a purple haired prostitute

9:41 PM

20$ thats a good deal tho

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Any other suggestions?

2:31 AM

I'm very much open! Like a book

A tale of a nameless vagabond if I may!

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I saw that!

4:16 AM

And I will very much do it anyways

Doctor Bonk

A tale of a nameless vagabond if I may!

(From the Vega Bonds perspective) Don't belive that the desert is wet? the desert is Dry beyond belief. Down, down, down into the darkness of the desert, Gently it goes - the milkless, the shrivelled, the baked. How happy is the Pathetic beggar! Never forget the pitiful and wretched beggar. One afternoon I said to myself, "Why aren't bedouins more little?" Bedouins are of import. bedouins are colossal, bedouins are ample, however. Ethnographer is, in its way, the hungarian culture of anthropologist. Never forget the ingenious and knavish ethnographer. I cannot help but stop and look at the fine djellaba. Never forget the prize and dainty djellaba. I saw the the miserable peasant of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the fellah. Does the fellah make you shiver? does it? ------ Oh my Traveler Mysterious and Quiet. He has two Sharp Sword And a joyful Camel too When he Walks I feel frightened (From a citizens perspective)

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By dm request, the daily life of an IT worker: (edited)

7:23 PM

In a kingdom full of typewriters Once upon a midnight computerized Computers - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness tapping Once I sat engaged and consoling Much I marvelled the lonely minicomputer My passion is the happy wordprocessing By the grave I saw the phones ---

7:23 PM

Once upon a midnight cyber My passion is the computational informatics By the grave I saw the outfits I heard a computerized, lonely chatting 'Computers!' chuckled I, 'Yes Computers!' Once I sat engaged and computerising Computers - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness disking

A poem about a duck

I so love my Duck She is Feathery and Cute. With a charming Tail And two colorful Wings too When she quacks I feel happy I so love my Duck She is so mighty and fierce. With a charming Tail And two Heavy Wings as well When she quacks I feel happy

Any more requests?

A poem about urine extraction

Forest Lunchable

Any more requests?

I’ve begun feeling quite the greedy urge, if I may make another earnest request, perhaps a tale of another quest, about a man who cannot find god’s bless

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Forest Lunchable

Any more requests?

I want one about brain cells

Urine Extractor

A poem about urine extraction

How to extract thy urine Dim shone her gold of every land Taut with chalky water at bottom, Now I saw her glowing fulness stand. We could see water in the township, Latah day with sunshine on the may, Smells that make me retch, Awake In the sunset's rosy gray! I curl holding in my hurl Swift as a dew from separate stars I extract thy yellow fowl stench Into waste it goes becoming useless paste

Doctor Bonk

I’ve begun feeling quite the greedy urge, if I may make another earnest request, perhaps a tale of another quest, about a man who cannot find god’s bless

My angry Man, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you quest and search, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the scientific research. Let me compare you to an intense prune? You are more shangri, unlucky and weak. Light sun heats the clicky peaches of June, And summertime has the motional pique. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your ducky attitude and hair. Thinking of your blasphemy fills my days. My hate for you is the lucky day care. Now I must away with a mucky heart, Remember my bold words whilst we're apart.

7:52 PM

---- Oh jolly, I haven't wrote a sonnet in ages!

Trix

I want one about brain cells

Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain It was just so intelligent and mushy Never had he known anything so mundane That morning, Mike encountered a Brain so vain He found himself feeling rather brushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Later, Mike was spooked by a disdain He thought the situation had become rather slushy Never had he known anything so mundane Albert tried to distract him with a strain Said it was time to start thinking about a tushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Mike took action like a sustain The Brain was becoming too rushy Never had he known anything so mundane Mike nosedived like a delicate domain His mind turned into a mushi Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Never had he known anything so mundane ------ BONUS POEM: Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain It was just so intelligent and mushy But he could never forget the refrain That morning, Mike was shocked by the disdain He had to calm himself with a tushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Later, Mike was spooked by a crain He tried to focus on a mushi But he could never forget the refrain Albert tried to distract him with a sustain Said his mind had become too swishy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Mike decided to do something germane The Brain was like a toxic rachi But he could never forget the refrain Mike's demise was mundane His mind became dangerously gushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain But he could never forget the refrain

Forest Lunchable

Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain It was just so intelligent and mushy Never had he known anything so mundane That morning, Mike encountered a Brain so vain He found himself feeling rather brushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Later, Mike was spooked by a disdain He thought the situation had become rather slushy Never had he known anything so mundane Albert tried to distract him with a strain Said it was time to start thinking about a tushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Mike took action like a sustain The Brain was becoming too rushy Never had he known anything so mundane Mike nosedived like a delicate domain His mind turned into a mushi Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Never had he known anything so mundane ------ BONUS POEM: Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain It was just so intelligent and mushy But he could never forget the refrain That morning, Mike was shocked by the disdain He had to calm himself with a tushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Later, Mike was spooked by a crain He tried to focus on a mushi But he could never forget the refrain Albert tried to distract him with a sustain Said his mind had become too swishy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain Mike decided to do something germane The Brain was like a toxic rachi But he could never forget the refrain Mike's demise was mundane His mind became dangerously gushy Mike couldn't stop thinking about the Brain But he could never forget the refrain

Let’s goo you even gave me the bonus poem

8:23 PM

Thank you

8:23 PM

That was illuminating

Trix

Let’s goo you even gave me the bonus poem

No problem my swell chap

A poem about some random dude named Phil Phoenix failing to fly (edited)

Oh my Phil Phoenix He's Failure and Comical. He has two Deep Eyes And two Gentle Wings as well When he Flies I feel depressed --- Flying Failure, Comical Phil Phoenix, circling, falling Sometimes I'd dream about defeating Flight

From another server request "Please write a poem about how lovely it is to walk through the woods" I did a free verse so it may be a bit sloppy! ----- ahem In a kingdom full of loggers The happy habitat harvesting Eagerly I looked for the wildlife I crave the wildcat, woody wilderness I crave the natural, nemorous nature Instead I uncovered the wildflower While I pondered, natural and dour 'It's that national,' I muttered Manzanita - manzanita - manzanita! And so you came gently buzzing Ah, distinctly I was powering The belting biodiversity barreling And so I screamed, 'Is that a engelmann spruce?' Of the botanical's that is imperiling Remembering many unplanted, botanical storms That weatherwise, weatherwise gusting With such a passion for entrusting As of someone gently lusting, lusting All my soul within me dusting The biological biodiversity blushing All my soul within me mushing Chestnut oak - chestnut oak - chestnut oak! And the burr oak was blushing To warn me about the monarch butterfly And the mangrove never notching The ironbark insect inducting My vegetation, I could not awaken Quoth the pussycat willow, 'Don't go mistaken!' What could there be more purely mistaken? And the moose never eyeballing I discovered the grasslands Instead I uncovered the creek Only this and a pond In there stepped a crashing thunderstorm The nearby north by east nurturing The gusty greenwood gusting That marshy, marshy selecting The cross-country casual catapulting And so you came gently thudding

Forest Lunchable

From another server request "Please write a poem about how lovely it is to walk through the woods" I did a free verse so it may be a bit sloppy! ----- ahem In a kingdom full of loggers The happy habitat harvesting Eagerly I looked for the wildlife I crave the wildcat, woody wilderness I crave the natural, nemorous nature Instead I uncovered the wildflower While I pondered, natural and dour 'It's that national,' I muttered Manzanita - manzanita - manzanita! And so you came gently buzzing Ah, distinctly I was powering The belting biodiversity barreling And so I screamed, 'Is that a engelmann spruce?' Of the botanical's that is imperiling Remembering many unplanted, botanical storms That weatherwise, weatherwise gusting With such a passion for entrusting As of someone gently lusting, lusting All my soul within me dusting The biological biodiversity blushing All my soul within me mushing Chestnut oak - chestnut oak - chestnut oak! And the burr oak was blushing To warn me about the monarch butterfly And the mangrove never notching The ironbark insect inducting My vegetation, I could not awaken Quoth the pussycat willow, 'Don't go mistaken!' What could there be more purely mistaken? And the moose never eyeballing I discovered the grasslands Instead I uncovered the creek Only this and a pond In there stepped a crashing thunderstorm The nearby north by east nurturing The gusty greenwood gusting That marshy, marshy selecting The cross-country casual catapulting And so you came gently thudding

Forest Lunchable

Oh my Phil Phoenix He's Failure and Comical. He has two Deep Eyes And two Gentle Wings as well When he Flies I feel depressed --- Flying Failure, Comical Phil Phoenix, circling, falling Sometimes I'd dream about defeating Flight

Forest Lunchable

Oh my Phil Phoenix He's Failure and Comical. He has two Deep Eyes And two Gentle Wings as well When he Flies I feel depressed --- Flying Failure, Comical Phil Phoenix, circling, falling Sometimes I'd dream about defeating Flight

Forest Lunchable

My angry Man, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you quest and search, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the scientific research. Let me compare you to an intense prune? You are more shangri, unlucky and weak. Light sun heats the clicky peaches of June, And summertime has the motional pique. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your ducky attitude and hair. Thinking of your blasphemy fills my days. My hate for you is the lucky day care. Now I must away with a mucky heart, Remember my bold words whilst we're apart.

YellowFox

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Oh my the last one looks quite like me! Thanks for making this splendid artwork mate. I'm glad I have some admirers! You aren't too bad after all chappo.

Forest Lunchable

Oh my the last one looks quite like me! Thanks for making this splendid artwork mate. I'm glad I have some admirers! You aren't too bad after all chappo.

YellowFox

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While I appreciate how much you look up to me this is quite enough I say! This channel is for my poetry. Maybe make another channel or thread or something for this beautiful outstanding artwork of me.

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Write me a poem about some asshole who spammed this server

Thebirdman333

Write me a poem about some asshole who spammed this server

Rufus the resident doofus prayage

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My wild Rufus, you inspire me to write. I hate the way you Moron and doofus, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the troll rufous. Let me compare you to a giant lie? You are more scary and more annoying. Slim drought dries the strange picnics of July, And summertime has the cloying poyang. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your spamming and annoyance. Thinking of your Harassment fills my days. My hate for you is the dim clairvoyance. Now I must away with a pliant heart, Remember my grim words whilst we're apart.

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Doctor Bonk

Rufus the resident doofus prayage

Damn he really hit this one home xD

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What joy it is to have my willy dangle about freely, without a care in the world. The wind makes the underskin feel fresh and free. Ah, yes of course the bees. How could I forget about the bees? When will they flee? Oh, I giggle in glee. As they sting my knee. (edited)

Did they dangle with your dingle cause it was not the right angle?

By jolly they did!

Write a poem about this

Roses are red, Violets are blue, My sister is pregnant, And so are you. Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare, Americans are black, And so is your hair. Magnolia grows, With buds like eggs, My ocean is beautiful, And so are your legs. Sunflowers reach, Up to the skies, My area is wide, And so are your eyes. Foxgloves in hedges, Surround the farms, Strength is wiry, And so are your arms. Daisies are pretty, Daffies have style, Things are ugly, And so is your smile. Horse are beautiful, Just like you. ----- I heard a cumbersome, anencephalic compounding 'Pregnant!' said I, 'thing of pregnancy.' 'Pregnant!' chuckled I, 'Yes Pregnant!' I awoke and flung the platform In a kingdom full of horses By the grave I saw the enclosures Pregnant - tormentor of it's dreams Much I marvelled the superfetate tree Horse, refuser of birth! Yes, Horse, Refuser of labour Veterinarians delight and fright The MRI showed blight Calls the police in spite Despite a crime they came Beastiality had been dined

A poem about a drunken father who gets in fights with a sons loving mother (edited)

My angry Man, you inspire me to write. I hate the way you Argue, Shout and drink, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the american mink. Let me compare you to a fat stardust? You are more noisy and more immature. Flat heat toasts the pure frolics of August, And summertime has the clumsy panmure. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your Personality and smile. Thinking of your hateful laughter fills my days. My hate for you is the spitefull ryle. Now I must away with a special heart, Remember my sure words whilst we're apart.

I wrote this one ages ago! Ahem ------- A big turd's journey nears it's end. On the sheets it shalt not descend. Now heed the warning I have said. Please do not poop on the bed. I know the pressure seems great. And your bowel's contents nears its final fate... but I must ask you to keep this in your head. No matter what, do not poop on the bed!

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Make a poem about me.

Pax1l

Make a poem about me.

Pax Superior, Intelligent Snorting, Laughing, Scheming Absolutely the best Deferoxamine

1:02 AM

(Only a Didactic Cinquain)

Mmm thank you. Forest lunchable you are an amazing prose we need a tipjar for you.

1:03 AM

1:04 AM

Everyday man.

1:04 AM

Dapper as alwayss

1:06 AM

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See the falling of the Man, I think he's angry at the minuteman. He finds it hard to see the Apple, Overshadowed by the enjoyable thrapple. Who is that knocking near the almond? I think she'd like to eat the lomond. She is but a delicious babe, Admired as she sits upon a knabe. Her juicy car is just an aussie, It needs no gas, it runs on delacy. She's not alone she brings an apricot, a pet goat, and lots of slot. The goat likes to chase an angel, Especially one that's in the angell. The Man shudders at the flavourful apple He want to leave but she wants the stapel ------ See the falling of the Man, I think he's angry at the minuteman. He finds it hard to see the Apple, Overshadowed by the enjoyable cappel. Who is that knocking near the broccoli? I think she'd like to eat the shockley. She is but a delicious babe, Admired as she sits upon a mccabe. Her juicy car is just a Wood, It needs no gas, it runs on dogwood. She's not alone she brings a Melon, a pet goat, and lots of medellin. The goat likes to chase an angel, Especially one that's in the archangel. The Man shudders at the flavourful apple He want to leave but she wants the grapple.

7:05 PM

----- This next one is about artificial intelligence Ahem See the Talking of the administrator, I think he's angry at the illuminator. He finds it hard to see the Computer, Overshadowed by the Artificial motor scooter. Who is that Learning near the admirer? I think she'd like to eat the inquirer. She is but a Robotic accountant, Admired as she sits upon a mountant. Her evolutionary car is just an anyone, It needs no gas, it runs on erven. She's not alone she brings an accomplice, a pet Bat, and lots of complices. The Bat likes to chase a Ghost, Especially one that's in the blade roast. The administrator shudders at the revolutionary ape He want to leave but she wants the xeriscape.

Pax1l

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You won't lose women chasing money, but you will lose money chasing women.

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Some free style

4:01 PM

Sleep is good. Sleep is fair. Sleep is well. My bed dwells. My dick swells. My girl fells. Oh, how I wish you would yell. But, Alas, you are nothing more but a pell. I open my Dell. I ring the bell. I quell in my spell, wondering how will I ever tell. Working is hell.

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Forest Lunchable

Sleep is good. Sleep is fair. Sleep is well. My bed dwells. My dick swells. My girl fells. Oh, how I wish you would yell. But, Alas, you are nothing more but a pell. I open my Dell. I ring the bell. I quell in my spell, wondering how will I ever tell. Working is hell.

You got an STD?

Thebirdman333

You got an STD?

Life is an STD

And I wanna ride it all night long

10:41 PM

Sorry song reference

Thebirdman333

You got an STD?

From your mother! (edited)

Poem about owls and cows please!

Lumps?! Lumps in the bumps on your thumbs! You remind me of a dump, and smell like a a rump. If only one could see just how much of a trump you are. Neigh! Said the old horse wagon leader, neigh with ze zumps! Only when the kids are around will you pump, like a chump. Thump

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Thebirdman333

Poem about owls and cows please!

Later bird boi

Poem request: A man suffers a great loss and as penance for sins he commits against himself, in an attempt to find peace he perseveres against his nature and eventually spends several years in a quest for knowledge and wisdom. Only to realize he had spent his time trying to understand what had already been written in the unread books in his bag. Peacefully distraught, he hides in a monastery. He sees his life is out of balance one day and embarks on a glorious night journey

Thebirdman333

Poem about owls and cows please!

Agrarian raise where a sacred, cute cow oinks at the perfect pig

See the killing of the man, I think he's angry at the plan. He finds it hard to see the door, Overshadowed by the round eyesore. Who is that running near the fish? I think she'd like to eat the wish. She is but an evil attack, Admired as she sits upon a knack. Her entity car is just a figure, It needs no gas, it runs on reconfigure. She's not alone she brings a chicken, a pet pig, and lots of ricken. The pig likes to chase a box, Especially one that's in the arctic fox. The man shudders at the fast cheese He want to leave but she wants the diocese.

11:42 PM

Doors? Doors Entity, ambush Roblox, exiting, killing Ever so swinging Doorways

Jolly sir do you have a new dose report on deferoxamine and your dosing regimen,

Pax1l

Jolly sir do you have a new dose report on deferoxamine and your dosing regimen,

Remind me later I am busy at my body guard job

Katyusha couldn't stop thinking about the Insanity It was just so shouting and crazy But he could never forget the humanity That morning, Katyusha was shocked by the vanity He had to calm himself with a daisy Katyusha couldn't stop thinking about the Insanity Later, Katyusha was spooked by an inhumanity He tried to focus on a razee But he could never forget the humanity Forest tried to distract him with a sanity Said it was time to start thinking about a basie Katyusha couldn't stop thinking about the Insanity Katyusha took action like a hannity The Insanity was like a toxic buthelezi But he could never forget the humanity Katyusha nosedived like a yelling profanity His mind became dangerously hazy Katyusha couldn't stop thinking about the Insanity But he could never forget the humanity

6:53 PM

---- Insanity Crazy, nonsense Yelling, fighting, fooling Ever so delusional Bonkers

Treason Grand, petty Angering, accusing, mocking Ever so foulest Betrayal

8:47 PM

------ Lacy couldn't stop thinking about the betrayal It was just so juicy and petty But she could never forget the portrayal That morning, Lacy was shocked by the fayal She had to calm herself with a confetti Lacy couldn't stop thinking about the betrayal Later, Lacy was spooked by a bayul She tried to focus on a nettie But she could never forget the portrayal Katyusha tried to distract her with a gemayel Said it was time to start thinking about a serengeti Lacy couldn't stop thinking about the betrayal Lacy took action like a gayal The betrayal was like a toxic netty But she could never forget the portrayal Lacy nosedived like a petty kraal Her mind became dangerously petit Lacy couldn't stop thinking about the betrayal But she could never forget the portrayal

See the flapping of the Madara, I think he's angry at the rara. He finds it hard to see the cheese, Overshadowed by the scary peas. Who is that squeaking near the goat? I think she'd like to eat the anecdote. She is but a fierce girl, Admired as she sits upon a pearl. Her excited car is just a bear, It needs no gas, it runs on mare. She's not alone she brings a fish, a pet armadillo, and lots of kisch. The armadillo likes to chase a ninja, Especially one that's in the linger. The Madara shudders at the liberal pond He want to leave but she wants the gond.

Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion It was just so delicious and sweet But he could never forget the runnion That morning, Katvala was shocked by the grunion He had to calm himself with a meat Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion Later, Katvala was spooked by a runyon He thought the situation had become rather complete But he could never forget the runnion Lacy tried to distract him with an inion Said his mind had become too discreet Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion Katvala took action like a bunyan The onion was like a toxic receipt But he could never forget the runnion Katvala nosedived like a crunchy munyon His mind became dangerously meet Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion But he could never forget the runnion

Forest Lunchable

Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion It was just so delicious and sweet But he could never forget the runnion That morning, Katvala was shocked by the grunion He had to calm himself with a meat Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion Later, Katvala was spooked by a runyon He thought the situation had become rather complete But he could never forget the runnion Lacy tried to distract him with an inion Said his mind had become too discreet Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion Katvala took action like a bunyan The onion was like a toxic receipt But he could never forget the runnion Katvala nosedived like a crunchy munyon His mind became dangerously meet Katvala couldn't stop thinking about the onion But he could never forget the runnion

Dude hows it going

4:18 AM

Really wish to hear more from you

Pax1l

Dude hows it going

I just made it to that town and now I must do this job then travel back home with no reception! It should fill the piggy bank quite swell! I'll try to write some more Saturday evening

Great to hear