Tell me why you cry, and why you lie to me.

I am the void of no alternative, skating along the brink of oblivious yestermorrow.
Who are they that maintain the isolation? that query, or rather never, as to the underlying traits of this organism? You don't know, I don't know, he don't know, they don't know, isn't there someone who bloody knows? I got somethin' to say, it might cause you pain, get out of my car, jump off my plane. You're the kind of guy who deals in necromantic retail situations day to day. Ok?

I am Kelpie. Ya dig?

At least we're consistent. 888989442759 is who. and why? No.

Throw him bodily from the roof. See if he doth go down: "poof!" Q is a letter, no better than the rest. To rest on it is to begin undending quest. He we she they fa re tee doe why is my torpedo so slow.

You know what's really lame? Holocaust jokes. I mean, jeez. with a louise on top. Or rather accompanying. Mister sister in a twister gets a blister his transistor likes to glister on the cownableopolis tracheophyte-feeding giganticopulous zero-theroidicus.