Fairytale Theater proudly presents
 L'Roneous; with the short  entitled
 Imaginarium
 Give him a round of applause

 [L'Ron]
 Thank you..

 I'm travelling  through lyrical parallels
 as my life spins like carousels
 Apparent hell's weren't apparent
 til I chilled and dwelled in myself
 And melded the surreal with what's real
 Then I slipped into a quarter where no mortal man should follow now
 in this mindstate I can't be touched cause I'm the master
 But I massed around the shadows of darkness, where these images is
 and voices, so many voices I feel trapped and had no choices
 Then like when lights go dim, the shadows started moving in
 like morphing darkness on the scene a dream from which I can't wake up
 So I shake up, the courage to speak,
 "Who are you show your face? My name's ???"
 I felt weak, no one here replied, but I felt breathing
 next to my shoulder, a panicked person once I felt it moving closer
 And posed to, ball up in my shit
 So I twist, turn and twist to get creating space
 As my heartrate race beyond this normal pace the place becomes uneasy
 and a voice breaks the silence, believe me
 "Those that creeped in darkness, were heartless"
 Time seemed to jerk
 Somethin hit me from the side and didn't, hurt
 but it spurked and sparked to kick some ass, a light showed
 My eyes glowed
 I saw a tattered broken man and clan of dirty dwellers
 lookin old and pale, even the dark ones hale, well
 the voice came nearer and the words sounded clearer
 like a mirror image of mine, if a voice can cast reflections
 Then I drowned myself in vibes, and tasted the inflection

 Kinda like a soul connection.. yeah..

 Then; my conciousness condensed, to a sense of shiftlessness
 in the realm of which my wits pit anxiety
 with variety of loose emotions fighting me
 through heightened speeds of plethora
 Fallin deep into dementia, which sent a chill to my vertabrae
 Then a voice broke silence that I heard before
 Like a nightmare during insomnia
 Then a sihlouette cast over all of em
 and this image appeared in my retina, he spoke
 Said, "I'm Ali M'Dub, ruler of this place and caretaker
 Now this may stray way WAY beyond the confines of your mind so,
 listen Son, see..
 we are the deepest reflections of your innerside
 You can't hide from us"
 Just then a voice shrieked in the, distance
 as I thought to myself this, must be nuts
 like Gulliver, talking bout Lilliput'
 Clear cut from the smut, of why's and what's
 Still drilled by the ills, stuck in this rut
 but the feelings formed deep inside my gut
 Then.. darkness pressed again
 Now I suspened in sensation
 My eyes traced that place in silence, pilin in information
 "You are ours and we are yours," he spoke
 My tribulations, formed a mental ass-whup
 Perhaps anything could've happened
 but that equation's unsolved
 Well all as it may be
 that voice decayed and frayed to a distant, memory see
 In our world of reality, we cling to dreams as a form of -- hope
 So this memoir of madness is actually.. the psychosis, of being dope

 Imaginarium

 See, in a nutshell it's not a wise tale
 but a tale of the wise