Monks Devouring Metamphetamines Spurs Liberalism. My Darling, My Sweet Love. My Devil, My Screaming Litany. Martyrs During Medical Sodomy Laugh. Mia Defies Malon Supressing Lesbianism. Marth Delights Mario's Sexual Lust. Mario Drinks Marth's Spitting Love. Mashing Drunken Meatballs Secretes Lemonade. Malice's Dripping Mush Strikes Lightning.
Once upon a time I peeked through an invisible hole and saw Poison playing with Birdo, exciting Bridget, so God got confused and inserted coins to try again and furnace his biggest mistakes ever. DEI WER TRAPZ! OH NOEZ! DO A BARREL ROLL!
Thrice Upon A Crime there was an Emmy-winning enemy who was befriended by detergent statues. Then, out of the bottomless hat came the airwave that now existed but was still videoactive, making the loading screens appear, maddening the enemy, who was calmed by yuri fanfics like everyone else. The loading ended. The airwave expanded and expanded and expanded and magentanized and happily dissapeared. Again, guilty, lemonades became so emo even poetry exploded. Now, poets are licking oxigenated compassions like skin cakes that twitched underage boys and girls. The enemy read the yuri fanfics, solidifying into detergent. The End.
We are students from a lost legion of forbidden writers who fought to the abolition of normal text and joined the inmost depths of the Randomness Realm.
In this banquet of fetid and empathic lines, we put the ideas that float amid themselves in our twisted and torbulent psyche for your reprobate delight.
As it is commonly known, this is lyrical LSD.