Gibberish

An empty wine bottle and an obvious ambitious allure can create a somewhat turbulent lifestyle. Perhaps a piercing rhythm of time and punctuation can cure the timely punctuation? The madhouse is full of lollipop cindery, can the sugar crush—crush the sugar rush? Perhaps Jacks' bean stalk stalks the gray haired man's prophetic tales of metal rails? Fortune be told of a man who be both young and old, shall his shit hold water or the water hold his shit? Give me four steps toward the door or have the door take two steps towards the harpy inside. Sinners be warm with Belial's cross to wear and sin be warmer lying in her curly blonde hair. Gibberish is but a tongue we use so that snakes may shudder at the sight of our existence and pay pennies to our orbs that hold future's intent. I raise a glass to those that have made me what i am and in your praise I turn my back and spout this hymn. blah blah blah blah blah blah... Get lost in yourself and you'll find where maggots go to feast on shit and there you'll be reborn a larger maggot known only by the name... sheep!