Permyriad

The basis point of insanity, as explained by a mad violist, so concludes An Evening With...

Robert is, evidently, a real person.

INSTRUMENTATION:

Timbill Corder: Guitar
Trey Beauregard: Brushed Coconut Face
Melissa Burcham: Drums/Percussion
Tommy Scheurich: Vocals

Transcribed Libretto:

Sparrow.
Ticket.
Sticker.
Franklin.
Oh, and speaking of Franklin, javelin.
Masterpiece.
Haute Secure.
I mean, what I'm trying to say here is Lannerman.
Roger Lannerman.
He used to be in charge of this thing called Lissauer's tract.
It is found in the spinal cord of most vertebrates.
If you go there, you'll immediately realize what a horrible mistake you've made.
Moral?
Lively.
Chicken.
Artist, mangled.
Charlie.
Wyatt.
I wonder...
I wonder if Wyatt...
I wonder if Wyatt the wild...
I wonder if Wyatt the wild--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
::mad laughter::
...Oh, precious.
Precious.

Leeward.
Lanky.
Keysmith.
fffffff
Peach.
Freezer.
Freezer peach.
Leg.
Artist.
Le gartist
Boost.
Ankle.
Abankloosteb.
There's this gentleman named Robert; he doesn't live far from me.
He is 62 years old.
He has had several surgeries, almost all of which were accompanied by a heart attack.
He's a sad, lonely, old man, and he really annoys me,
But I like to think that I am...patient with him.

Faaangs.
Isn't that fun to say?
Fangs?
Isn't it?
I think it's rather fun to say, don't you?
I really think it is.
I really think that the word fangs,
as in fangs,
it's really fun.
Really fun thing.
Fun to say,
fun to think about, fangs.
You know, like, fangs?
Speaking of fangs,
I wanted to mention that I thought it wasn't a great idea to include that carpet in that house.
You know, THAT house?
Yes; that house.
I thought this was a really great idea, but instead...
::more insane laughter::

I'm going to put my shoes on and go away.
Go away.
Put on my shoes and go.
Put on, away, go shoes.

HA!

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