He smelled like super glue
The most powerful of all the adhesives
So I thought I'd nail him between two trees
That way they'd be stuck together
But now he's just in my basement stinking up the place
I only tease, of course
I'd never bring such a man into a house as mine
Tall, but it would never fall during an earthquake
Not without a punch from the skies above
And how many skies do we have?
I'll never know
There's too many to count!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'll fix that right away, Mister Scott
I didn't mean to get my shoe caught
In the printer
Why is there fire?
It's so loud!
Won't somebody turn it down?
I'm choking.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
