It was not an attempt that many would call successful, per se.
Although Mistah Shlekah does seem partial to this sort of thing
|and me without my hallucinogens.|
|The Land of Purple Sand!|
|What? There isn't a cartwheel rule in your game of frisbee? You are doing it wrong.|
|Speaking of doing it wrong...|
|let's stick to our God-given talents|
|Could you ever throw so gracefully?|
|So confident and poised?|
|Ah, but the disc eludes|
She thought she'd give the camera a whirl while I took over her frisbee station
|How much fun would we have on a purple beach?|
|And of the standing still moments|
|Pretty girl. Cute boy.|
|I don't know where she gets it.|
Goodnight, purple sand.