Before this all happened, in the year ¢xØÅ’, the pickles were marching from days. A large bean sprouted a story, and the buildings turned half-heartedly toward the atom. Nylon tortillas covered the air, and the liquid from the hair of a rhinocephant ate pie. While mean, in the far past, rappers were giving money to a bank and Mario did away with fried ice for a midnight morning meal. Then, Alice in Wonderland got very happy at them for making so much little cents, and the ducks screamed for silicon.
I fear the monkey in your soul.