Mount Sanity In the Foggy Distance pt. 1

The paradise harvest is dissolved in the melting away of dreams and societal norms. The perverts in the alleyways have their cocks all sorts of aflutter. The splish and splash between the delirious moment in the foundries of the hills. This workers they have the beat that will have and help them out of this bland land. Into the places cowards are sweating, waiting in fear. Fear sure does make things queer. The river must be crossed in a elegant manner. As to not have the crawfish put up a fight. Nuke them crustacean assholes. Ban the barnacles! I want my sea free. Tell the lobsters I fondled their sacred relatives claws in the seafood section of the grocery store. Grope and grocery shop. SO the storm of ideas was lost to you and having been found at a later time it was decided that I would take and bake it from here.