Lonnie

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
          In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
          The ink flows down into a dark puddle
          Just move your hand, write the way into his heart
          But in this world of infinite choices
          What will it take just to find that special day
          What will it take just to find that special day
          
          Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today
          When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
          When I can't even read my own feelings
          What good are words when a smile says it all
          And if this world won't write me an ending
          What will it take just for me to have it all
          
          Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me
          Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free
          The ink flows down into a dark puddle
          How can I write love into reality?
          
          If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
          What do you call love in your reality
          And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
          I'll leave you be
          
          

Martha  was an average dog
          She went- Woof!
          And- Woof!
          And- Grrr!
          Then, she ate some alphabet soup and what happened was bizarre
          
          [Scientist]
          On the way to Martha's stomach, the letters lost their way. They travelled to her brain and now-
          
          [Narrator, Martha]
          She's got a lot to say!
          Now, she speaks
          How now, brown cow
          Martha speaks
          Yeah, she speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks
          
          [Narrator, Martha]
          What's a caboose? When are we eating again?
          Martha speaks
          Hey, Joe. Whaddaya know?
          (My name's not Joe)
          She's not always right but still, that Martha speaks
          Hi there
          
          [Narrator, Martha]
          She's got a voice, she's ready to shout. Martha will tell you what it's all about
          Sometimes wrong but seldom in doubt, Martha will tell you what it's all about
          That dog's unique Testing, one two
          
          
          Hear her speak. Martha speaks and speaks and speaks and speaks and
          Communicates, enumerates, elucidates, exaggerates, indicates, and explicates, bloviates and overstates, and (pants) hyperventilates
          Martha
          To reiterate, Martha speaks!

I've come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. He took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my FUCKING wife, and he said his dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the earth. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON! How do you like that, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!