Same here, except I feel like if I decide to skip something, some omnipresent force will make sure that the one thing I do decide to overlook will somehow happen to be the single page out of them all that contains some important minute detail that I inexplicably need, so I made this. Thought it would be a good idea to post it here, so...
TC: if motherfuckin magic's all we've ever known at
TC: then it's easy to be missin what be fuckin the haps
TC: but i'm all scopin at miracles that are up in the air
TC: got my see on of miracles, they're here and they're there
TC: i be checkin the miracles while falling down stairs
TC: seen the shit out a miracles that are all being up at basically pretty much everywhere, fuck...
TC: oceans of faygo fuckin glitter like space
TC: a fist full of stardust's what's poofin my face
TC: a million horns honkin rackets in piles
TC: a one wheel device what can rocket in style
TC: is shit that what i wish for
TC: because... (motherfuckin chorus bro)
TC: i'm all a firm believer at the miracles
TC: do you have time for my miracles, brother :o)
TC: do you get your notice on of the miracles
TC: so many fuckin miracles, the magic motherfuckin miracles
TC: honk.
AT: ohh,
AT: haha, oh yeah, that was,
AT: soo strict,
TC: ahaha, yeah, bro?
AT: most definitely, your rhymes,
AT: they are ruthlessly disciplinary, and my hear ducts have been naughty,
AT: i think,
AT: they are naughty for more, }:)
TC: motherfuck dude, you best understand i got more slams in me.
TC: they be as forever as my limitless faith in all my believings and shit.
AT: }:O
TC: but what i motherfuckin need, my brother...
TC: aside of plowing nose fucking first into a bitchin pan of tenacious mucilage
TC: is to check out what slams you can stick in my ducts!
AT: yeahhh,
AT: oh yeah, these most entirely can be provided,
AT: they can be dropped straight into the orifices you mentioned,
TC: haha, fuckin drop it bro!
TC: drop it like you spaced out and forgot you were holding it in the first motherfuckin place.
AT: you brought up a pan, uh,
AT: in that last stan, za
AT: but the one i'm a fan, of
AT: is the pan handled pup, a,
TC: shiiiiiiiiiiit.
AT: yes, shit, is a legit,
AT: thing to say about it,
AT: about the pan with the mangrit,
AT: on whom i now slam it,
TC: slam it like a fuckin door by accident on something that hurts!!!
TC: honkhonkhonkhonkhonk.
AT: you can't handle my slams,
AT: well, unless when you can,
AT: in which case, that's cool, uh
AT: i just serve up the hoopla,
AT: to goat noses, that are hoopless, }:o)
AT: about the pan, who's called pupa,
AT: in the case you were clueless,
AT: about the pan who can man, up,
AT: and is able to stand, up,
AT: on legs unlike mine, which,
AT: are functionally useless,
TC: god daaaaaaaaaaaaamn. you are dealin some hearty reproach tonight.
TC: flying fuckin high, man.
TC: higher than a laughsassin up on the motherfuckin grief trapeze.
TC: higher than a subjugglator gettin his weep on for the vast honk i believe in to come.
AT: haha, i wish, }:)
TC: no bro i'm serious, your rhymes are fly as the most wicked piece of shit a miracle ever took in the sky.
TC: someone clip their motherfuckin wings so i stand a chance! whoops, i mean sit a chance, fuck...
AT: the only thing more fly than the rhymes,
AT: i'm saying to express all my malices,
AT: is the ability he had i wish was mine,
AT: instead of i guess, this excessive paralysis,
TC: (look out for the hook bro!!!)
TC: get offa those wheels, get offa those wheels.
TC: if miracles aren't fake he'll get offa those wheels!
AT: but high, in this case, has double the meaning,
AT: it means he can fly, plus does high self esteeming,
AT: that's two things he has, that i'd rather were mine,
AT: his two flappy wings, and his big healthy spine,
AT: oops,
AT: that's three things,,,
TC: get offa those wheels, get offa those wheels.
TC: if miracles aren't fake he'll get offa those wheels!
AT: using my least useless foot,
AT: to kick it back over to you, friend,
TC: shiiit,
AT: slam it, uhh, like, the door in the face of a culling drone,
AT: let's pretend that's a real possibility, and not invitation to an even more painful death, just for the sake of that expression,
TC: motherfuck it, motherfucker!
TC: pure magic is all when there be hatchin of grubs
TC: i've seen shit that would shock your lookstubs
TC: i peeped on a place of 6 trillion hemos
TC: all up at one rock, bleeding as equals
TC: it's easy to see if you search all your feelins
TC: that peace happens first, and murder's the sequel
TC: it's the beauty of the carnival, the magic's in tents
TC: fuckin darkness outside, but the light makes you wince
TC: just take my mother fuckin hand bro
TC: put on your shades, pull back the flap
TC: and get offa those wheels!!!
AT: okay, i did,
AT: now i'm on the floor, motionless, in a terrible way,
AT: so i got back on the wheels, it was,
AT: i nice thought though,
TC: hahaha fuck motherfuckin yeah!
TC: let's take this ninja-tittied bitch back to the hive with the chorus...
TC: together my miracle brother!
AT: yes,
TC: i'm all a firm believer at the miracles
AT: do you have time for, my miracles, religious friend, }:)
TC: do you get your notice on of the miracles
AT: so many, uh, gratuitous expletive, miracles, the magic mother, also expletive, miracles,
TC: fuck yes, heres where the slam turns to nothin but honks...
TC: honk honk honk honk honk honk honk
TC: honk honk honk honk honk honk honk
AT: honk,
TC: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
AT: it's less appropriate for me to do the honks, than you, but that was still great,
TC: yeah, bro. yeah!!!
AT: the slams were truly prime, and,
AT: your religious views, though i don't share them, are,
AT: reasonably inspirational,
AT: i think i'm in the process of releasing at least one tear,
TC: me too, bro, you mother fuckin know there be some of my eye's royal jelly to go with your emotional peanut butter.
AT: whoa, aha, ha,
TC: this is beautiful, dude, i feel so at chill with you.
AT: yeah, friendliness with you is, pretty much always nice, and fun to have,
TC: hey...
TC: when we up and start to kick at this red team noise,
TC: you should make your way to get your hang on at my hive.
AT: oh, yes, totally,
TC: we could split a tin of the pimpest sneeze i got on hand, baked up all special for you.
TC: and then maybe make out a little.
AT: uh,
TC: ;o)
AT: ,
AT: ,,
I do this every time these two have lengthy dialogue between one another, so if it happens again, I'll post it here-- unless there are any objections to it.
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