plum-plum

[constantine]

king prune
noble son of the sun
and his consort
plum-plum
bestow upon the constipated masses
regularity upon regularity
dum-dum
the food of the centaur, ambrosia
may taste sweeter, but what is sweetness
when thy bowels are bound tighter
than the knot of gordion, partake
of the dark mystery and wail
like an accordion at a polka fest
i think methinks that would be best

[stilltrucking]

mingo is right
you are a dangerous man
I bet you used to be a genius.


don't know why you got me thinking of an orange sunrise
with lots of fiber like a pulp poem

[emel.scott]

and they have a low glycemic value

I bet you used to be a genius.

Several incarnations ago, me thinks.

[sweetwater]

try phenylalanine

word the glory of your recant