Nonsense

How do you rope a tree and get tangled?

What makes you think I am real banana peel.

Can you find it in your heart to be apart of this? It's not for the few but for the many.

We hurt like the pain that is always there.

Will you not hear our screams?

Wit for the many.

We all shall be served our just desserts.

Pumpkin pie and I hope to die.

Warm embrace of the futility that is the mind.

Courageous Caribbean aardvark approaches in the dead of winter amongst the night owl's. Who should bare witness to the call.

Call of night dead in the tribes of man.

Giddyup and get going,  concern strikes wild.

The motto.