"What am I doing? I have to ...
Finish this song, look at my long ass hair, gonna light that bong, I've blue eyes bitch, and I'm here to stay, I could keep writing this up till May!
My name is Banister Brian, you can call me double B, let me tell you something, ain't no body gonna fuck with me!
I've got led poisoning for writing so much lyric, Dostoevsky ain't got shit on this he might as well have been an satiric.
The roof is leaking, them windows are crackin, damn those atoms must really be snappin.
But who cares? I've got work to do, better stay out of my way or I'm gonna bust you up too.
Ain't got no hammer, but got fixing to do, oh what the hell VHE, are you bugging out too?!
Still, I've downloaded the latest, from that guy Pb, he is the greatest, this bitch still don't know you shouldn't be messing with the greatest!" He continued writing on his papers...
The wind blew, bending branches with a gentle sway. The family of mice is hiding in a wall hole, shuddering, they seem to be scared of thunder, and possibly Brian's deadly mice traps. Creaking noises are coming from other rooms, what could it be? One only assumes.