I am your magical crystal pilot.
I can save your love zone from broken egg fanfare.
I kept you going when the SOUP CAN turned RED and the DEAD BED LEAD HEADED NED left you with a burgle-baby in your tummy pot.
But I kept you going, I am your magical pilot.
I am ZORBIAN.
The GROGAN-TORG COMMANDER.
I rule over the KLEN from here to never then and when the sky cracks open and leaves me agape, I’ll take my caped hooker wives down to SCOMPTON for the annual fair.
I drove a coupe de ville when the pigeon tasters got stuck and warlock elves surged to PARIS.
You could have picked me up at FRONGO’S off of 101 and we could have had the camel clam surprise, but instead your throat valve got suck on monkey cum and your women are tangled in jizz.
YOU ARE LOVE TUNNEL SPLENDOR!