im sailing single in a sea of swimming swarms searching to find my favorite fish i found flopping around on a deck one day till he darted dashed and dove away daring me to make my move but maybe that mezmeric man made my mind to hard to handle hence i hung my heart up high and he hooked it to his own oh if only our bate didnt break bouncing my boat back to the bay because boy i bet if water wasnt wet i would have walked to him and said 'Man im glad i went fishing that day' er.. i never needed to know all the nasty knowledge you crammed in my crane creating careless collisions concreating caps by blocking bits of my brain from being brought to the beatless battle of the true and false
fun stuff, it hopes along and then jumps a step, switches feet and onward it goes. The second one is truly great, that "er..." did the trick
