C'est fantastique.
solleymata here too? o.O and yes, ditto. (in a nicer tone)
The Psycho hearsThe Psycho seesThe Psycho does not speak.The Kinky Chinky Camel hearsThe Kinky Chinky Camel seesThe Camel tears her(his?) hair a whileAnd metamorphoses.Into the Buddha.Or so she presumes.Me thinks it's an ice-cream paatima
Oh come on....write. Please...?
Hello...Naan unnai kaadalickerain...
Mosquito Man and Veshti GuySat down one clammy night,To play a twisted game of chessIn ebony and white.And as they faced each other thereTheir beady eyes all bright,And breathed the slimy, sticky air,T’was truly quite a sight.And so upon the balcony, With bishops, knights and pawnsMosquito Man and Veshti GuyLocked figurative horns. ............to be continued
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C'est fantastique.
solleymata here too? o.O and yes, ditto. (in a nicer tone)
The Psycho hears
The Psycho sees
The Psycho does not speak.
The Kinky Chinky Camel hears
The Kinky Chinky Camel sees
The Camel tears her(his?) hair a while
And metamorphoses.
Into the Buddha.
Or so she presumes.
Me thinks it's an ice-cream paatima
Oh come on....write. Please...?
Hello...
Naan unnai kaadalickerain...
Mosquito Man and Veshti Guy
Sat down one clammy night,
To play a twisted game of chess
In ebony and white.
And as they faced each other there
Their beady eyes all bright,
And breathed the slimy, sticky air,
T’was truly quite a sight.
And so upon the balcony,
With bishops, knights and pawns
Mosquito Man and Veshti Guy
Locked figurative horns.
............to be continued
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