The most I've ever listened to Jake Sates Jock Jaims Sui Sam Slappy Jappy Ju. I can't believe I ate the whole thing. I can't eat beacause there's nothing here at all because the sand stands a wall. I can't believe I ape a thing throw. I love the way everyone knows we know. I love the way we think about the nothing and everything within the labyrinth ever gave us nothing. Jump over the wall, skid a skunt through the shoo, nothing for me and nothing for you. I love jump up and nothing jumps down. I can't imagine anything that isn't round. Nothing makes sense. I think I thought I knew, but somewhere within the light had withdrew. I can't describe the way I feel because nothing real is really real FOR REAL and nothing known can be known FOR REAL. I don't even know what I mean anymore. On the floor there is a door. I can't get in anymore. But I could a long time ago. But nothing I knew is not known. But I knew I flew across a great sea of apricots and field blossoms. I can't understand the Large Mushroom Theory, or how Jumper Jack got his name, or how Roney Rooney lost his Spooney, or anything lost is nothing found, or Jammed Jews Jostle Jurew around a Jall of fall mall stall call ball small stall crawl bawl sroul. Come on Nothing can understand me nothing can even hear me. I stand alone on this tower. Nothing compares to the feeling I feel. I want it to be real but know in the end, it's the same old thing in the same old world and nothing, I mean nothing is for real, is for really real, is for really really real or stuff.