These are the charasteristics...

In this text I list the things, that you can and cannot smoke.


In my mouth I have sketched teeth without mass and dimension.
My brain is the last number if you count from one to the end.
Once I traded myself to parts. For a round ball and a mug of cocoa.
That is everything. I dont need else. When head has some pipe and face has some tap.


There was some black leather coming from the landlords mouth.
The floor cracked open
and the man with five moustaches got away.
Can you hold me by the end of my coat.
So the fivehundredmoustached can not take me to the flavor flavor land.
Of course said the man, who had fivemillion beards.