Dinkle?

Dinkle? Dinkle? Wheel smelling like window grease, you know, because that's how it farts. Like time. Thyme. Rhyme. Thames. Battering a ram down the whale's tug, because this is where it winds up. How did I get here? That doesn't even fit it, you see see seer vidente sear. He sears like the window grease. Window lease. There are are on the are's are.

Lyma way. Lima Way. Danes dark dismal diners you know how they spell it because schizophrenics like to rhyme like rime on a rhine. But that ain't wordage, say the red thing. I are down. This is down. This side down. This side sideways, it doesn't say down, because the gods askew like up. You know? She always said that. Gods askew. Well, said it once. How did it get here? The voices in my head are merging again. I'm a terrible schizophrenic, except those aren't even the ones with the hats and the phases, or eve on the rhy. I like rhye. I spell it rye. Heel hee hah. Dokidee daw? Snarg. What the hell?

This isn't what it is. It's not what it's supposed to be; would you like to see the logs? They're not made of wood like a wooden log is, either; they're just loggy, and they show the ascent and the decent right fine, though you'd never know it. I have a memory in my head and this is how it's coming out. But this isn't the memory. Now it's gone. I'm just crazy. They said it. You said it. Smell like a spelling bee. Don't like you bees? Coffee covered in bees? Like your men, right dandy; I do so like my men COVERED IN BEES. That's the Madness. There's even a piece of the Madness. Except when it's like that, isn't it all part of the madness? Snake oil. Dang loo. Log changed on disk. The aor is oar. I meant air.

HEEEEE you said oscar at the wold. You ever been there? I think Sophia hates me. Sent me a nargle, it did. It. IT.

I think it's down. Down downs downer, because suddenly a muffle. Muffler. Why is there a squirrel in your muffin? There aren't supposed to be twelve kinds of that'su marge. Maat is a god, you know.

I think I'm going to be sick.