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« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2012, 09:43:15 PM » |
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Master of Masters No daddy, no daddy , I don't, I don't want to ride it.
But My father insisted and I was a little girl of just six years old.
Tears rolled down my face!
And the man told him, that I could fall out, that I was too young, but he insisted I go on it.
He paid the fare, where, here and they buckled me in, and then we sat there.
Then we heard a loud rumbling sound and we started to move, very slow!
We started moving, then we started moving faster and faster and we rose up on the roller coster to the fractaland of death.
This was the dark side of the amusement park, where fractal lovers of the strange dwell in hell. When we reached the top I looked down, but we were so high up I couldn't see the ground!
Then, suddenly the roller coaster dived down up, around, down, up, down up and suddenly, off flew me, fell out of my seat you see, I flew out into the heavens eternity!
The wheels of the roller coaster continued on, but I was gone.
I sailed into the sky, full of roaring red orange flames, drove this little girl, me insane!
And if you want to find me. Look, you can look carefully high up in the center of the Masters pictoriality, high above the roller coaster. You will see me seated on a dark white cloud against the dark night, waving at thee!
Gets to be bore up here is so lonely, if you wish to visit me, take the roller coaster ride!
Thanks, Master, pastor of unknown flown being known that we must be shown, please we be!
No chilling frost go handy man with the force! .
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