Hello CrabSynth
restying insyde a labyrinthÂ
uf craked concreet and rustyng steel
lays eternul unchaynged CrabSynth;
just ordired pezza (that’s theyr meal)
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Hello CrabSynth
restying insyde a labyrinthÂ
uf craked concreet and rustyng steel
lays eternul unchaynged CrabSynth;
just ordired pezza (that’s theyr meal)
this is honestly the most ominous message i have ever received
Crabsynth is a beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure
Oh my glob!!!!!
I have been given the kindest of words by the Great CrabSynth. It is an honor and a blessing to be complemented by such a divine being! Thank you!
Excuese me kaptin Gondolier,
Yor ship kollided with my rear!
Neckst time pleas wotch wich way yu steer,
Or I’ll aquaint yu with tru fear.
I jest; This old crab hoalds no gruge:
I'v no room in my hart foar wrath!
Besydes yu scrayped off yeers uf sluge!
(Sory foar the unpromted bath)
Strong man Frank Cinatra fightur
in one punsh knoked me out the ring.
In retern i was his writur;
I rote for him ring-a-ding-ding.
i ate the cast uf walkyng ded. (no this is not a metafour) i put them in my crab mouf hed, i did not injoy seeson foar.
i bore yu naught wif evry thoght frum this part-beast defunct war bot. for whuu among yu wants tu heer a poem eech tyme my optiks smeer?
uf coarse this is not tu omit tha freqent tymes my wrytyngs bad. but i rēgret that not wun bit; room foar impruuvment misteaks add!