im not insane its you, im normal
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a big fat chip standing high above the city citing huge oil of guttering words in a Roman Ford Capri smelling suspiciously of bananas and watering hanging baskets daily whilst kneeling at the feet of its creator, the great Brian Lara.
Shoe trees. Funkadelic headphone monsters. No gargling pancake shall ever get me! Hahaa- aagh! My, my nose sure is tasty! Meee is happy!!! Once the fnurdles eeble the shoe tree sonk, sjink shall I bee. Heehee!
For the tenteeth McGarble on the M5 motorway of Sydney! It's all falling down.
Down, ya hear me!
No, good sir, all I hear is FLYING SICKEDELEC TOMATOES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE. Bold text
Kate Susan Insane Edit
It's not you, it's me! Almost 42 now. Early senility. Yes, honey! Babies came out of me because baby came in me. Still making them. Still pretending to. Like now. Fsssss! Fssssssssss! Open it up. Stroke it. Yes. Yes baby. Strokin' it stroke! Fss fssss I'm lovin' U so much! O I wish ****(name) U were in my O now. Strokin' the puss. **** dear, piss with my IT piss with me dear! Fsss fssssssss it's all yours, ****! You love your Ms. Ree-Ree! Stroke it, stroke it. O **** ****. Be with IT, fsssssss, be with your lady ****.