FreeRadikal
Shared on Mon, 01/16/2012 - 11:30Rolling hills of nuked sand baked into glass dazzle the sun with a brilliance only the last man on earth could appreciate, what else could only one man truly enjoy? It would be the end of things like the last drop of coke ever, a single tear at the end of a really boring film, the end of the universe when all other living things have been consumed by mindless soul sucking red eyed roach robots that dance to the song the Sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
I revel in the thought that if I had a suit made out of cane sugar, I could be the only one to ever wear it running through the summer heat of Chicago. I would sweat profusely and it would stick to me like a rabid Oprah fan to a new car. They would know me as Mr. Candy not for my sweet talking but for my cotton candy boxers and licorice suspenders, not for my money but for my jelly socks and peppermint smock. I am the nougat that makes the city snicker and the soft chewy center of all that goes on. Name me the white hot chocolate, with my marshmallow belly and yogurt covered pretzel arms. Take a bit out of me because I take a licking and keep on having more sugar oozing out of all kinds of places. I am am immortal for try to douse me with anticandy ray guns of healthy eating anti tooth decay and my enamel eating bacteria will multiply ten times because they were genetically modified using grant funding from CSU the school that was founded by rock candy. Yes, I was in the Swedish fish exchange program swapping local sour patch kids with foreign exchanges of Belgium chocolate coins and...and...fudge it I've lost myself in my own sugared high of nonsense...save yourself get a lifesaver...cherry is the best
I revel in the thought that if I had a suit made out of cane sugar, I could be the only one to ever wear it running through the summer heat of Chicago. I would sweat profusely and it would stick to me like a rabid Oprah fan to a new car. They would know me as Mr. Candy not for my sweet talking but for my cotton candy boxers and licorice suspenders, not for my money but for my jelly socks and peppermint smock. I am the nougat that makes the city snicker and the soft chewy center of all that goes on. Name me the white hot chocolate, with my marshmallow belly and yogurt covered pretzel arms. Take a bit out of me because I take a licking and keep on having more sugar oozing out of all kinds of places. I am am immortal for try to douse me with anticandy ray guns of healthy eating anti tooth decay and my enamel eating bacteria will multiply ten times because they were genetically modified using grant funding from CSU the school that was founded by rock candy. Yes, I was in the Swedish fish exchange program swapping local sour patch kids with foreign exchanges of Belgium chocolate coins and...and...fudge it I've lost myself in my own sugared high of nonsense...save yourself get a lifesaver...cherry is the best
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