The Inquisition

i'll crunch like hercules on that turkey please and pass the peas, later i meet a lass with sass and breeze a conversation but my head evades the sensation cuz of the recent devastation of a lost relation the cost of tossed hearts vessels starts with the muscles used in tussles with a tortured scorched orchard of the forbidden fruit hidden with the looted looped lutes on the machine that computes and disputes in cyber blab the gift of gab and the wrath of a Rabbi i apply my nonsense to the mind’screen my demeanour meaner than a fiender for the coco loco and locomotive my emotive function damaged i'm ravaged the average cab-age and trudged with my luggage through busses with lushes and my lust i bust a straight half awake ramble gamble on the understanding of those manning the cyber cipher and decipher these glimpses of meanings in streams of limp seas of visual no audio and audios my amigos just hit the Amiga kit … That Amiga … ya ya ya … cha cha cha.