allworkandnosleepmaket-shirtedcentaurgo...

proliferus was a tired old man. he wasn't particulary funny, he wasn't particularly clever, and he smelt terrible, but he was up at an odd hour and struggled valiantly to fill his time with something other than what he was being paid to do.

t-shirtedcentaur, t-shirted centaur, t-shirt wearing centaur,
you chest is no longer defined, your legs are whitered and weak
and an "F" precedes the "L" that, in turn, preceedes your abs

noble half-man, nobler half-horse
sagitarius aint' got shit on you
cause investment bankers rule

so tired, so, so tired.
i see things aren't there
and rabbits who do nothing but stare
but i'll be damned if
that revlon masacara don't add flare