Death to those who stand in the face of
automatic writing.
It is those who
do not know that
it is those who
do not know.
How sad,
I died before they could
film the scene where I die,
So I was
digitally inserted into the scene,
But
they put my head on weird,
So you could tell in the
final footage,
Quite
macabre since in
real life I was
decapitated.
Yes, I'm
home alone,
Just like that
kid who was on
So Graham Norton
The other day.
Too many of us spend
too much time in front of
The
idiot box,
And I don't mean
your sister.
Perhaps that was statement carried far too much
Affrontery
And I
apologize for
said statement.
Redundancy abounded in that last sentence.
Such a
sentence deserves a strong sentence,
A
sentence sentence.
I sentence that sentence to a long sentence.
If sentences were people,
And they were given a sentence,
I bet they would house them in some kind of
sentence structure.
But
alas,
Sentences are not
sentient,
And therefore cannot be sentenced.
!
Syntax Error!
Such a
minor scale
At least
going up,
Going down it's different,
Because
going down is too
major,
But going up is minor,
Perhaps because
what goes up must come down.
Well, we all must
come on down if
The
Price
Is
Right.
I think
she would be either
Proud
Or
Repulsed by this,
But
all the same I would I could have met her.
If I went to her house and she gave me a beer,
I would then have a
Stein stein,
Or perhaps if she died a
martyr,
and we celebrated
communion in
HER memory,
it might be a
stein of Stein,
But here we are back at
The
macabre.
I wonder what makes me think of such things.