I’m Laura. I symbolize the potential to push the limitations of the human experience into the stratosphere of the highest spiritual perception; i am the link between the mortal and the immortal; between human and spirit; between darkness and light; ignorance and enlightenment. This is my ultimate power, the laf.
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.
You know me…
belligerent increments of diligent ignorance
Night after night, endless insight
Just to expedite reaching the light
Think id learn, well I just might.
Top the brackets, to feel galactic
Somewhat ratchet, somewhat magic
Both bombastic and also tragic
Amputated essence grows back twice as thick
Might look nostalgic, but I feel exotic
A hip chick who gives a slick lick
No deposit; it’s not for profit
So many skills; they fall out my pocket
Cuz it aint trickin if you got it
Higher yet, I forget my debt.
Reset to my no sweat mindset.
Ignore the disarray of my day to day
It’ll always buff out; no reasonable doubt.
Call it ignorance or call it clout
But for a laf, I’m an all-out burn out
I flout and walk out.
My less than subtle muggle juggle Leaves them befuddled, huddled, while I chuckle; can’t even shuffle past the trouble that I smuggle
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.
Lyrical language laid leisurely in a lackluster life
leads to laughter, love, and limerick alike
Ahh… audible antagonists abhor able antics.
Apologies, as I allowed assair in your attics.
Fucky phrasing from foremost phonetic fanatics
Fantasies, farts, and flourishes feel so fantastic.
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.
“Shucks, you mean it? A stalker?” She sighed, “This might be corny, but I hope he’s cute.”
“Well ma’am, he is out standing in his field,” the sheriff scoffs.
::pan to a single corn stalk in the rain smiling ear to ear::
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.
Did you hear the hunchback nymphomaniac had an asthma attack after she hit the sack with some bareback maniac, that lumberjack from way back!?!
After that, they backtrack for a fanny pack ransack in the pitch black. They jacked smack, cognac, and throwback prozac.
Throwback prozac, why’s that?
That abstract lab rat artifact should enact their abortion pact, as a matter of fact.
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.
Ever notice that avocados seem like kiwis on opposite day?
You know… one has rigid shell-like skin; the other fuzzy, soft skin.
one has a ton of tiny seeds; the other has one huge seed.
One is totally bland and the other is bursting with flavor.
BUT they have the same color scheme & are obviously related. So, what does that prove?
Well, that is clear evidence that proves beyond the shadow of a doubt, that we are living in a simulation. Whilst brainstorming foods, the master architects of this ‘reality’ were running out of ideas. One says to the other, “Hey, is that a kiwi fruit?!? Put that thang down, flip it, and reverse it! Ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gnaht taht tup!”
laf. laf. laf. laf. laf.