The dark side of the prune; don't blame me. If you need to see, do it over there. Care is no axes. Darkness, sides, tides. Beware of her stare; their hair's on fire. ply her with plenty, fly her on empty. But crash with cash & stash your hoho. Hoho's butter then haha, la-di-da. You stay me girl? Whirl, twirl, swirl; pearl be mine, mine thine. Moon with me over the notion; be my ocean. Be my sweet potato fart-art not here please! Be my lie; with me love's labor's not completely lost. Let us  spread    out     thin      universe, hard be find to.
	—Louis Martin