what is (f)art

(F)Arfar the bast onion, on noi dew fruit.



Ism the ilsama dada, foot the noise is fruit.



is monsters a achu kazooo, and his farts are my farts

her farts is my farts, we all fart the fartists

farts smell and some is a lice eater.



we breath farts so that fart can achuu on you

I grow semen in a test tube.

babies like to cry

and a fart to the heart and your to late a plate is full of fart

fart in a gallery next mona lisa, she her smile she farted to

picasoo farted nonsense and then farted to breath.



i welcome farts and release a squeaky gas! but no from my ass

a gas from my hands a smell gas that chokes up the brain my filter needs to be cleaned

I cannot not fart much longer until my hands give out i will fart the non'd more then many, and haussenism is the fartist collage.

a fart for you is a fart to many

ismama law is a forgotten poem of farts , it ate hearts and tried to produce arts

stiffs and the nose's uppers like to smell farts but do not understand a fart from a heart they eat hearts and let the oil drain, revealing a fart the nonexistent kinds of ducks where i was duckkinds, fever farts and not a fart

I wish my heart was full of farts i could then produce a art.