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When I say illogical and crazy... I mean as crazy as possible so I will start

ayyyyyehhhf smurf delphi E=MC squareeeeeeeee Mothdnnsiscnsivfnsd
fdmdgdkmgsk happy happy joy joy. Sea shanty. Babaydjjfsjerenfksnfk
Spongy the mod damniel billiam
Ron Jeremeeeeehhh and flooodnfieinegkrenmgkrtnkwnewhbrjhMHVHRVAB
BBGGG. wE NEEED JESUS UP IN HERE. UP IN HERE AND WEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDD!

I'm not going to start an evil zombie virus and run to hide in a bunker for 50 years.

I'm pretty sure the donkey angels are hiring McDonald's fry-cooks to feed Satan so he doesn't bother harmless hobos.

(How was that? )

Here is *bright* and *smooth*. The other place is *hurt* Orz too much tired for keeping together.
Other place is **Frumple**. Orz are here now, but almost not yet.
Soon Orz are really here! You are help Orz with *parties*.
Orz looking for you, and find you. So much joy!!
Now *smooth* place all the time, and after now never going back to outside.
Never!!

Hello to our *house*. Do you feel *better* yet?
If you are *campers* you will enjoy *the change*, but maybe not yet.
It is best if many happy Orz are coming to your *house*.
Let's *spitting* the fun words for several *pieces* and then surprising things!! !

This is my *house*. Do you want to know a *secret*? Do not *think* it too *not campers*.
You are so many *lonely* *juicy* *bubbles*. It is so sad.
Now that you are *campers* you will have more *parties*
and no more *sad* *lonely* *bubbles*.
This is the *secret*.

Happy to come to my *house* some more times. I am Orz.
I do not have the name because I am Orz. Orz is the name.
Do you want to *squirt*?
If you want to, then you do. It is best, I know it.

Oh, the *alliance party* *campers* are in the *now space*.
It is *happy spices*. Why are you there?
Of course because also the Orz are in the *now space*.
So I am waiting for you to *spit*. It is a pleasure.

*Campers* like to say `hello' when they *smell* the Orz.
We have learned this. It is *no function* but Orz want to make *campers* happy everyday.
Okay... Hello!! Now you are happy I am sure.

I am *expanding!* It is so much *squishy* to *smell* you!
*Campers* are the best! I have *anticipation* and then what?
Better parties in *the middle* for sure.

You think you *see* Orz but Orz are not *light reflections*.
Maybe you think Orz are *many bubbles* too. It is such a joke.
Orz are not *many bubbles* like *campers*. Orz are just Orz.
I am Orz. I am one with many *fingers*.
My *fingers* reach through into *heavy space* and you *see* *Orz bubbles*
but it is really *fingers*.
Maybe you do not even *smell*? That is sad.
*Smelling* *pretty colors* is the best *game*.

One is not enough.
We are *friends* now. Never be afraid to *open* enough and *spread the wax*.

I am already telling the everything story. It is too much.
You do not asking about us the many.
Next it is the *party* and you will *become*.
It is best.
After this you are so *happy* you do not ask the many questions.
Do you anticipate? Yes! You do!
I am too *tired* the *silly* word *game*.

Like, oh my glob, I like, totally live in Lumpy Space, and me and LSP are totes BFFS

And than the tied up garbage bags turned into shiny, magical peas as I walked away.

When I came home today, my house had turned into a cat and my neighbour's house became a dog.

I got crazy once and I tried to touch the sun...

Sweet Home Alabama is full of retired Welsh and Dutch fry cooks living in lavender and maroon condominiums. Their furniture is always yellow and they prefer Melmac dishes.
They eschew ballroom dancing, preferring the polka instead.

Sylkat

First I'll get better, and than I'll grow a penis.

(cool, a Finnagan's Wake thread)

Let me go to the place where on soon the heads lay on feathers in pillows with the warm fire glow by stopples around the Mary-fen's hay. Carri-dens and Carrigens and loops and loo`oops of cotton looms weaving, wrinkled old skin like a dead raven's wing with tyre tracks and alight; light like a needle in God's eye that cuts the Earth asunder. The scrotum of sorrow. Moons sink upon the drain, here. There is no popoloumousity of hope.

Pooft-ne'gley! Ha`iye! G`ack!

I Sing the Body Electric in a bathtub filled with eels! <Bzzt!!> <twitching>

The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
I am embiggened in the soul. Lithium is my foe!
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And drink their bountiful milkshakes,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.
My jumper cables are strong, and your nipple rings are conductive.

Mark Zuckerberg has autism.

Atlantis is rising, but Mu,being as shy as ever, has decided to remain submerged for another thousand years.

Sylkat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

kabloooom >:o Twister kick water splash!

My leg!

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