Passions. Rations are no where to be seen when my tongue takes the reigns.

I have a passion for rhymes, riddles and grime words.
I like sticking them together to make funny sounds and lines. Meddling with words can get people into trouble but I rarely care. It is mind boggling when I speak to fast for the average listener to listen properly. Well, I reckon you should speed up your hearing and listen a little faster, then maybe you'll hear me. Now if I was speaking this you would hear but a blur of words melted together, held to earth by a little string. Don't strain your ears, they are not spaghetti, you are not Donna Leonardoni.

I have a passion for things and I shall drag that passion out. I can tell you now I was meant to be an Eye-Tie, not a Mithai. If there is a product or an object that I happen to like or maybe even a project, you can be sure that I'll murder your ears, like a skilled butcher, by producing exquisite and expensive tasting sentences, with kindest regards to that of which I speak. I can sell you to the side of the devil, or steal all your money, leaving you thinking, to me, your money, you gave.

Words are like sets of equations, they can create metaphorical earthquakes or lead you onto the path to meeting vegan fruit cakes. With a smile or with a great helping of acidic bile, I'll stand and bend your ear for a long long while. So if you see me bounding with energy, I suggest you run a mile, unless you fancy an achy ear, or having to grit your teeth and bear the ghastly unstoppable stream of endless mind boggling nonsense.

How grotesque, obtuse and utterly obese with words my mouth seems to be. I'll probably die if I couldn't babble and gabble..