bubbles in the window are the warp of your personal time frame.
the bubble production in the river though, overlaps, coexists, and secretly
overwhelms the fabric of the universe. cousin static electricity, same as the
bubbles, converse with the deep of me. no doubt, the best friend that be creepin' me, uh tryin' to steep me. and again it states: "Oh, please!". Don't forget the true colors of things-before everything else turns blue-then and only you won't ever be a blind, blue fool-in this moment-only and only if you know. The pose, lemme shows-oh no, no oh-the only way to go-into the tunnel system below your feet, with its' bright blonde hair-trippin' like the day n night.
Nibble nibble, make it drizzle. I can do it and you can too--it is just how we do. bum bum bum makes you wanna almost run run run--too late--cuz you already got that bum bum going boom pow--like the batman n robin fightin' with their own boom, but mostly POW! oh wee oh wee oh wee oh wee, wee had better hide n smoke in our teepees. Gott jus enough time to breath, then in and out, without a single pout, if you please.
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