Feel horror at the pure QUANTITY of destruction this project holds within, and enjoy watching the explosion that will happen to your brain upon clicking the green flag! (good things, good things). :D Oh, also, probably put headphones on or something. Just be warned that there is sound. Yum There's nothing down here. You should know this by now, if you've listened to the project. This is sort of what I DO (respectfully torment people without cause or a justifiable reason).
Credits go to the site I used to find so many cliches to ruin. :P :D 'lyrics' below (spoilers if you wanted to listen to it over and over again trying to figure out what I did and WHY IN THE WORLD I thought it was a good idea): . ..o0O Metaphorically a Poem O0o.. . (The metaphorical poem) “Don’t spill over cried milk” they’d say, But they’ll still tell you to “Cry yourself a bridge, build a river, and get over it.” And yet, still they state “When life gives you lemonade, make lemons.” Which implies that you should “Right your card play.” When you don’t have any cards. If “the tree doesn’t fall far from the apple” Can you be so sure that “The side is greener on the other grass.”? And besides, that’s only if it was a “Fruit-hanging low.” So now I ask you to “Walk a shoes in my mile.”, But I’d suggest you check your feet for scrapes, Because we wouldn’t want to “rub wounds in your salt.”, and the shoes are made of lemonade, and you’ll have to cross a bridge over cried milk so you can play cards with the apple who lost its tree, who’s gone to the “other side”. Maybe the green is grasser there. What I did: Basically, I got a bunch of cliches and metaphors and flipped words around, then used them wrong, and said the poem so fast it'd be hard to tell over the terribleness of my microphone (which is not as small as it sounds. Get it? Get it? Because it's a MICRO-phone? Micro? Small? Ehk.). :D
