knock it off

A toast, to cross-crackin'.
Picking up actions with crutches & lucky.
Knot-tying time, that's what I've got for me. Aches and ankles for friggin' free.
I am not messing around.
I am a goddamn heartattack.
I am so srs it's like I got a softer side.
Even though those're imposure, it's got the wild-whisper: Ow! Hell! gone kitchen-cold, milder, crisper: oh well.
Spring to todayssome are still stuck in the current.
Some shows're crippled cusses, coldcocked by composure.
Cold-cut in a frozen enclosure.
Looking like Bird Trouble in Mammal City.
Sinaminimally, it's a pity.
I'm bored as birds from sitting around in some harken lot.
I'm quitting and sparking and shot.
Get good to go and put on the Definitive Correction.
Interested in paying it back with interest.
Refuse to reflect on every affect and inflection.
Refute the reuse for effect of connection.
I've had it with the melo. I'm mad as hello and I'm not gonna fake it anymore.
I've got an eggbeater drill and a time machine. Let's go back and put some holes in the ark.
And fix the sphinx, I think.