In the mean time, a poem for the deceased Ryan.
It is entitled: "Difficulty to perform basic respiratory functions when you have no air"
See, see the dark empty space
Marvel at its big lime green depths.
Tell me, Ryan do you
Wonder why the bulldog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel garbleblast.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your ooglefaced facial growth
That looks like mayonnaise.
What's more, it knows
Your hoptoppotterised putty ball
Smells of grinchmeat.
Everything in the big dark empty sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fishlikes.
It is entitled: "Difficulty to perform basic respiratory functions when you have no air"
See, see the dark empty space
Marvel at its big lime green depths.
Tell me, Ryan do you
Wonder why the bulldog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel garbleblast.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your ooglefaced facial growth
That looks like mayonnaise.
What's more, it knows
Your hoptoppotterised putty ball
Smells of grinchmeat.
Everything in the big dark empty sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fishlikes.