I've been running around all day... My eyes will cross from the sheer confusion. I expect it. Waiting for it.. My fingers have typed and clicked... My feet have scurried and shuffled... My arms have flailed and swung... My head has twisted and spun... It has rolled off my shoulders and hit the floor... Splattering all over the floor.. Bits of BEJA everywhere.. You can't scoop it back into my head... I have forgotten some pieces.. I have left some behind... Fry some and eat 'em won't you?! Until my thought make you feel sick... Like too much cookie dough... Mushy and soft....
