You're good at talking but you're not saying anything I've not heard already

What if a xylophone pogo stick jumped to the moon and ate a peanut butter sandwich while reciting Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "Requiem," which reflects on life and death as a journey and a return home? That would be something wouldn’t it?

A lot of people talk but don't have much to say.

I like it when you dump your random brain here.