I played the part. I played the start. I made a table out of clay. I placed my hands. Upon the plans. I waited for a proud display. I played around. I heard the sound.
Come on, polluted eyeballs. Stop scouting out the field. Jump up, bright paper werewolves. And everybody everywhere. . Anyone can scratch. And anyone can win.
Here I go around the blame. Here I go with hand over flame. Down on the floor at nine o'clock. A scene not fully recognized. At precisely nine o'clock.
(R. Pollard-J. Pollard-Demos). . Introducing the amazing rockethead. You know what the deal is dude. Excuse me Napoleon. But I gotta know. Why I gotta stand.