No one body, in their right mind, would send a baby Keelhauling. You maybe all actors. @what point does compassionate understanding Kick in. For me itâs the constant shed and mental Keelhaul.
String theory that badboy.
I work from home, it works. It just does not pay. I will not prey on the meek. For the Cell.
By those stars that you navigate. You make yourselves sick. Want someone to blame, Blame the lack of understanding patients and the willingness to throw stuff down your neck and blizzard smells up your nose, without a second thought. Not me.
You do not appreciate the half mast. You are always @see.
I remember this guy, called Chili, only had an army chief head.
Taught us how to filter water from a stream with a sock, âbeforeâ boiling.
Your processors are fubar. Plasticâd up the wazoo. Streams, banks, meadows, My subsurface eye.
Army, Navy, Airforce.
3 in 1.
You were not ready. 
Time to commercialise that new engine you all prize like a shiny.
Iâm currently at a wedding, and thereâs a surprisingly good disco happening.
I know bauldheed I know. I used to fashion the dancefloors with Smoke machines and Optinectiks Mirrors.
They be thieving, entitlement swine.
Almost magical, but stolen goods none the less.
Whoa! Now itâs this (following on from Sex on Fire by the Kings of Leon):
You are Here!
Light will show the way. 
At all times, carry babies in baskets provided.
For the good of all Mankind!
One step at a time.
Donât Push! 
Carry the babies carefully!
For your balcony disco
