the lion is looking at me. stop looking at me why are you looking at me drab vacant eyes fixed on me on my soul on my past on the way I pick my nose. Damn you, lion. Stop looking at me.
There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.