Lacleravarle’ as though you were moot. Weren’t not were moot like a carrot and a sky. Vorloot, you whirl, into subterranean glee. But we? We? Ah, like a branch brittle, a dolorious tree, but then, alas, verloot! and you whirl, into vertiginous grasses that swayed for large masses, whose sounds echoed through valleys, ending at day. Wonder, oh, mountains. Better, but then better. Wonder, why not be wondered with, with you, on wonder days when wonder no longer brays at being held back, encumbered with not being able to…wonder. You win the stupid-meter. You’re technically more stupid than most people. That’s why you’re so lacleravarle’ish, ya know what i mean, no, you wouldn’t. Oh well. You’re dumb! Ah, there you go getting mad, look at you, I knew I shouldn’t have called you dumb, but you’re dumb, you’re a dumb motherfucker, man, you’re dumb as shit. Why? Look at you. Just look at you. Despicable. Why don’t you clean yourself up. Why are you dribbling on yourself right now. Why is that can under the table. Were you born in a barn? Give it a rest. Get a hold of yourself. Wake up, man. The world isn’t about you! Lacleravarle’, man, lacleravarle’.