*Points at head*
Bad Brain! You shouldn't fart in peoples presence!
It makes me look stupid!
Bad Brain! You shouldn't fart in peoples presence!
It makes me look stupid!
The Asylum Game: An Open-Ended Adventure
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Nothing,subject Rex.
*flips guitar into hands and calls forth a group of people to play song with*
drank away the rest of the day
wonder what my liver'd say
drink, thats all you can
blackened days with their bigger gales
blow in your parlor to discuss the day
listen, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
sick and tired of what to say
no one listens anyway
sing, that's all you can
ramblin' years of lousy luck
you miss the smell of burnin' turf
dream, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
singled out for who you are
it takes all types to judge a man
feel, that's all you can
filthy suits with bigot ears
hide behind their own worst fears
live, that's all you can
it's all you can
it's all you can...do
no matter where i put my head
i'll wake up feeling sound again
breathe, it's all you can
tomorrow smells of less decay
the flowers greet this bloomin' fray
be thankful, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
a ripe old age
that's what i am
a ripe old age
just doin' the best i can
*flips guitar into hands and calls forth a group of people to play song with*
drank away the rest of the day
wonder what my liver'd say
drink, thats all you can
blackened days with their bigger gales
blow in your parlor to discuss the day
listen, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
sick and tired of what to say
no one listens anyway
sing, that's all you can
ramblin' years of lousy luck
you miss the smell of burnin' turf
dream, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
singled out for who you are
it takes all types to judge a man
feel, that's all you can
filthy suits with bigot ears
hide behind their own worst fears
live, that's all you can
it's all you can
it's all you can...do
no matter where i put my head
i'll wake up feeling sound again
breathe, it's all you can
tomorrow smells of less decay
the flowers greet this bloomin' fray
be thankful, that's all you can
ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat
a ripe old age
that's what i am
a ripe old age
just doin' the best i can
Alright then subject Lycan. Good for you.
Hi subjects! Read this!
Who made this poem?
Hi subjects! Read this!
Let it rain,
who cares?
I've a train
upstairs,
With a brake
that I make
from a string
sorta thing
Which works
in jerks,
Cause it drops
in the spring
and it stops
with the string,
And the wheels
all stick
so quick
that it feels
Like a thing
that I make
with a brake,
not string.
who cares?
I've a train
upstairs,
With a brake
that I make
from a string
sorta thing
Which works
in jerks,
Cause it drops
in the spring
and it stops
with the string,
And the wheels
all stick
so quick
that it feels
Like a thing
that I make
with a brake,
not string.
Who made this poem?
...The Asylum is quiet tonight, subjects.
No screaming, no sounds of gleeful laughter as you strip the orderlies of their skin and organs.
Maybe that gas is getting to you all...
No screaming, no sounds of gleeful laughter as you strip the orderlies of their skin and organs.
Maybe that gas is getting to you all...
Yes, subject Waffly Goodness.
The toxic gas that makes you all silent and rip out each others organs...
The toxic gas that makes you all silent and rip out each others organs...
