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Penis Head & The Master Of Puppets
　
in the dark hours of the imperial gorge of existence between space and time
there lived a wanderer who used to live in caves with lucid personifications
trapped within the surface he was let loose to roam for miles beyond the Berkshires in Barkhampstead
the gentleman had a weird look to him a head shaped as if a penis by which he gat his name
there was a direct correlation between that of laughter and fear so he shed a tear to numb the inner pain
the man in question put a curse on a nearby village with a twisted hex on it
through the taunt vibrations of sullen brevity through the vortex of the region
　
in cooperation with a nearby puppeteer master who set forth to dazzle his audience
building an audience to enhance their well being yet he still felt trapped inside
there was good cause to quit along his surmountable journey but he survived
eating wild oats and acorns for survival he was on his way
Penis head managed to put forth a garden with a beautiful arrangement of flowers
in the cold chill of the winter he would live on canned jarred pickles
the imperial gorge would shine with two faces leaving sorted traces
then one night there was a fight between Penis head and the master of puppets
swords were drawn and the both cursed the very day the were actually born
yet Penis head was the victor slicing off the master of puppets right ear lobe
never did the pair square off again from then on they became friends.
　
seeking to both build a kingdom by the sea a simple pleasant place of homily
seasoned visitors would quart the populace exposed with works of art & poets
there they would bask in the vast expanse of cheap wine and everything was fine
a blade of grass was torn from the very fabric of earths existence
an unusual source that made things sparkle with magic in their sight
forget the night & the day was far to spent
a sought after Equestrian horse with a hammerhead nose was brought in
Penis head threw up inside his mouth but the puppeteer gave him a tissue
the pair would live long in this place together making sweet history
although al of life seems to be filled with a clueless mystery
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
