Box of flies

I have a shiny box of flies, they are -  Twisting (the eldest) Twirling (middle one) Twining (Junior) three typical tomorrows, time tidies thy temporal twongs, being shocked by electricity on a regular day like this, cause all you know is descent for tiny bit of silence underneath, hiding before your very eyes. What lies, mays, aztecs, pyramids, gaudi, pope, paris, papel, tengo papel? Ja mam papier kamarat moj spanielsky, i have a paper my spanish friend, for you dont know a person unless they threw a stone to your head. And even then its kinda weird, cause they turned like a big boss or something, but not really. You know. Weird. Uf. Suck my very dick with your stupid fucking poetry contest bitch. Peace.