Locked and loaded, added a beer chiller, and wowee, my beer and bong, just gots me an upgrade, and since theres two, and its ice cold steel , my glass eyes, pop out, and spill out, all my feelings,,dont leaving onthe telephome, advance poetry and sheet music, are actually codexs, that ive redefined, and my hobbies include but are not limited too, eye hacked the timeline, and past present and fute, why dont you have a tachometer, oon that stick shift, yet, end of the song, and the line, vids at new game new rules, on blueytube, show me, lighting this freaker up, with a laser, ans tesla coil, the jacobs ladder worked out, but when eye retrive my eyebrows, and brain splatter, with an eaxtra tall ladder, ill hack pot and more, oops, past tense, at the words largest poerty site, look for, lets go play thermonuclear football, and got hologram tv, or how to hack a bong, and get down, bang a gongs playing, what you brought to the table, im in the middle of the ring, yet i remain humble, ticking in my head, was playing, anthraxed your vegetative state, stoner poetry rocks, and ill help you look for it, after eye swallowed it.
