I like beer.
It tells me now I need sixty more characters… I like…
Snow cones, too, and 50 foot swings!
Barbie comb brushes, lamps,and things!

I drink much.
It now tells me I have hundreds more left to write. Oh my.
There will be no bear harassing.
Where the wild things are caressing.

Paradox.
A short word with a meaning beyond important nonsense.
This was not prose nor pose of mime.
It makes my brain fry all the time.