I wanna sew my mouth shut. Never gonna speak ever again. I’m crazy and I know you’d agree. I’m so foilsick now.
Hand me your clothes, I’ll fold them, and make a sweet parfait for my burden. Engage eremition for this qualm.
Forbid my jaw and screw it shut. Your marcid fever from my stupid words. Oh, my widdiful spirit.
Insert the pear, open the leaves, and stretch me out until I tear half apart. I’m so foilsick now. Heat the staff and brand me.