The Writer

As you might have known, Sir Lord Lewis Oddman IV was a writer who made some insane crap. One day, when writing a story, he decided to eat a crap-ton of Sour Patch Kids and watch FLCL at the same time. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Sour Patch Kids have a pretty bad effect on writers. They start making his brain bounce around and shrink. Combining this with hours of strange stuff, he went insane. So we threw him in the looney bin. However, we do allow him to write stories. For the sake of our lives, we have been forced to put a bit of one on here. 
I am the walrus man...
The walking weirdos of anticipation and walruses. However, I am not the walrus. Paul was the walrus.
No, the yellow mellow custard was the walrus
Shut up
They said that the walrus was paul
Wasn't the walrus John?
No it's Paul
Or the yellow mellow custard
What's the meaning of life
==CAN'T YOU IDIOTS SEE I'M TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT AHRGHIRTUJKBJ==
Zydrate is dead piepiepiepiepie
The world is a pickle of walruses
The pie is made up on the spot
42
i
told
you
about
the
walrus
and
me
man
You
know
that
we're
as
close
as
can
be
man
Well
here's
another
clue
for
you
all
The
walrus
was
paul
Look
into
my
glass
onion
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He2EZ6-VOOk The story will probably make more sense if you listen to this)
Category:Stories