[ WP ] A story with no point . Just the ramblings of someone committed to a mental institution .

Fresh fresh fresh 
 
 Tehe 
 
 There! upon the bed with the red ocean, she was lying, still and now gone- 
 
 The morning it's sings 
 
 Tehe 
 
 So I must wake 
 
 And 
 
 Go 
 
 But then, there is always 
 
 What there never was 
 
 That will be 
 
 Not getting 
 
 So I do n't think I'm going to be able. 
 
 But thinking never got what the gotter wish they'd done the getting of in a more getful manner 
 
 They left me! 
 
 Loving is sweet and hate is sour 
 
 The Asians were on to something​. 
 
 So I must 
 
 But Weeeee! 
 
 There are so many with so little and I have naught so He is the richest of the poor 
 
 And ever ever ever onward until never. More! 
 
 They watch and whisper 
 
 But I whisper better 
 
 So I'm winning! 
 
 Make a boat out of the tan table 
 
 We would n't want The coming in 
 
 So hasten thy pacin 
 
 And get out 
 
 Before we decided to find again 
 
 With the silver slew of silent swallows swishing in the night, I stop an ask what could I have done to avoid this awful fight? 
 
 Tehe 
 
 What they think and what they know, different 
 
 As 
 
 For I will wait 
 
 I have time 
 
 I remember the bloody sea 
 
 And we sail for her 
 
 But first 
 
 We must remember me.
