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