Dadaism

[featheroflead]

The world is my oyster and you are my perrywig.

Comments

[meanderingmoxie]

excuse me sir, but it seems you have forgotten your powder this morning. You smell.

[featheroflead]

pardon me, sir? My powder? Me thinks you think I am of a woman's loins! Indeed this is not so regardless of my olfacting condition!

[meanderingmoxie]

if the talc of a infant's posterior escapes your desire, perhaps a carafe of fermented lactose mixed with roman evergreen shrubs, might be of interest?

[featheroflead]

Perhaps, yet this wanton doth make of me a confusion in my brain. How doth one mix lactos with but a bit of evergreen? 'Twill it not burst?