Virtuosic Membranes
Permeated by Osmosis
Crunchy Bread From a Box with Hot Filaments
That's What Toast Is
My Breath Contains Particles of Stomach Acid
Halitosis
Pink Rhomboid Paper Plied With Adhesive
That's a Post-It

Mathmatics is a rhyme scheme time themed jargon
Spewed forth from its purveyor a surveyor past the margin
See the world in Fractals spinning endlessly in synch
Hyperbolic Thinking is more useful than you think
Sink Deeper in Thought and come out the other end
Now the Food for thought you're fed ended up a fecal friend
The stink of dead ideas processed thoroughly in head
Mind the gap in your own logic reconsider it instead
All the lectures, the experiments, the papers that you read
and in the end you realize that there's nothing to be said

CH

There's time and there's space and the dimensions in between
But all that we can hope to do is keep our noses clean
Our cochleas keep throbbing and the soundwaves are unseen
But put a piece of cheese down there
You'll find out what I mean
Man or Mouse?
Flea or Louse?
I found an itch that I can't scratch
My brain has eggs of schemes that unproportioned it can't hatch
But what's the harm in that?
Ineffectual it may be
Perhaps you've never met an intellectual like me
I the acme paradox braggart if you will
But ninth nerves often translate what I'm saying like a pill
So ill it's intravenous
So sick it's like a dog
Wanna figure out my origins?
You'll have to take the Log

CH

When I Throw a party
Host with the Mostess
Around this time of year
My allergies are ferocious
You win Horseshoes and Bocce Ball
When you're the closest
Supercallafragalistic
Expialadocious
Gallus Domesticut
Tastes best when it's roasted
The ingredients in a twinkie can be used to make a bomb
Sue Hostess
If you're having trouble following me
Go listen to some slow shit.