Wiggles beneath a sunflower bonnet

The book about the book page two

Stoned angels sleep on beaches made of meat. The night clerk never smiles or smirks. When I woke up their where two moons. The tapered heart, the midnight snowstorm.

The spiffy revolution It's an upbeat uprising. A charming civil war A erection killing election. I see You wave a stolen flag. were gonna put you in a bag. But at least you get a free merkin on the way down.

• The vile saints of the merkin way

New forms of Shame just lining up and waiting to happen. Strange animals across the parking lot while I'm waiting for the boss to arrive.

Another cold day my bones ache. Shake and bake you've got a lovely bonnet. A mullet atrocity in the fields of the near dream.

• so I stashed my lies inside of your crossed eyes. And so I'm filing samples of exotic things like a lion all perfumed in some dark Resort.