Mid-west mythos part four

the backlash

Everyone is worried about the backlash. But what about the front Lash?

A caravan of expired Edibles. The Earth vomits geysers of pus. Ghosts Coast in soothing fluids. A cozy bed of crunchy leaves.

A bugle crafted from a used food funnel. A satchel full of little baskets. Night puffs for the Cloudy hearted. A sullen rebellion of drunken Kinfolk. Nude adventures of a Drunken Poet. A Whole Meadow of four leaf clovers. Now I shall play the bacon flute. While picking cucumbers, I fell into a deep slumber. I was frisked by a unified Badger kiss. I got no nachos to spread into that good night. I had found all that I had lost, but then I tossed it into the river. Groping the concubines of the king. Mood swings. The dinner Palace. A boiling vat of frostings. Burning down all the lost things. Crew choke and Mood Food mind pumise kneels Before the Throne. Go choke behind the gross cacophony of Buffalo Mead. Lock your flock to the beat of need. Golden Wheel, cop a feel. The street knows what you need. Sanctioned plankton, annoyingly hard resume's in fossil boots. We leave a big footprint like a crater. The Creator's Bells fell into his bread. The Pickled Prince gets a scratchy infection. Maker's bridge is falling down, Corners curling up.

We offer cookie candles to swollen flatulent Swampy moss gods.

Sweet savory oils burning with bubbles and a spider gods temple

Ruthless bootlickers March in formation down a otherwise Empty Street. At counter-protests we chant the national anthem backwards and make the hair curl on their chests. Pumpkin rhymes burning big piles till the end of time. We spit out the seeds of things we have not eaten yet. We did great holes under burial mounds.

Servants offer trays of smoldering Meats. Meats from at least 17 Beasts. And we are healthy are Veins all full of the grease from these meats. The gravy dripping from the table as it drift and Brite funnels. Good baby good baby baby it's good. It's a beautiful baby beautiful baby beautiful baby baby king already a tyrant it's tyrannical hand death Theater to fry the land. Make you die remotely with a wave of his hand. Such a cute little baby killing off whole genres of peoples. And the gods piss is yellow sticky rain from Beyond. The baby's vicious Army precedes to violate the people's burn and pillage and rape all in the name of the great baby king. If you disagree with this you are a traitor will find you pull out your tongue and eyes display you riding nude on the street for people to spit on and kick get with it you fucking hick. Are new ways change with the weather. We're like a flatulent wind. We're like a Top Hat standing on the end of time. We're like a toxic Wetlands all full of virus.

Filled up with stuttering rumors, the toxic goddess pregnant with oily tumors. Sitting here at the end all Boomers brand new bright age upon the land. Hold your own hand now.

You say you can't believe it's really me we'll just count my testicle bumps. Just count my testicle bumps, I know you know the number. You got that number tattooed on your left nipple along with a image of a shrew eating an envelope

And my brain Rains fungus spores, this is why I will never be yours. This is why I laugh and cry and I don't do chores. And you can bet your last gasp and this strand of fat chance that I am implying my brain rains fungus spores. Bring this world to its Grease. Stab a wild me. The burping Bonnet Darkness Park use my fists to catch a shark. They walk on stocks all along my block skip them grip them swiftly to reduce this flock.

My genitals swell every time I hear you've gone to hell. Oh well just as well make me dance with the rain out. Wearing rain drops only for you now. I'm wearing only rain. Got so high under the cover of the night black as covers covering my side fills me with a tingly delight. So high now beneath the Crescent Moon, so high now beneath the Crescent Moon if I never see you again I will beat you soon baby. Well I pissed off early, at through the drug dog smell. Yes I pissed on a frog and that threw the confused dogs off. I went to town with that heroin Brown make cookies with everyone a nation full of sleeping Angels now. You can pay me later when your ship comes in. Your ear drain is just around the bend. You've always work like a real friend. I would have waited. I'm going to have my tonsils bronzed. Go for that surround own spider web silk and the neighbors phones. Somebody fetch me a plate of paper plates somebody ring that noodle Kong. Little King a golden smile to The Peasant Auntie brings. Show all the foxes in the whole Kingdom oh how we love our noodle king. The merchandiser little sisters and kids buy worst phones run any sacrifices those who follow minor vices to bring in more money to buy him barrels of squid. Oh how we love our noodle king national anthem music box built into his ring that we flung him. Payless is killing the peasants you don't want to be among them. But we got lots of respect for the noodle king even after the brutal murder of our family. GoNoodle King put on your antlers your antler helm yeah we're underwhelmed and a spray-on night. Little King the law of Golden Paws. Bring for the noodle king, green honey cannabis produced by stoned bees keep him floating and maybe he won't kill me this week. Evermore spoiled and toxic, he gets a magician to give the whole Kingdom one single neck which he quickly severs ain't he clever.

The pitiful death of the noodle king. Left alone on a rusted-out throne. His subjects are all now bones. We had to Hawk is magic ring. Having no skills you could not do a thing. He never knew a time where people wouldn't grovel and bring him what he needs. Materialistically intellectually and sexually. Spiritually in fear of the great noodle king

Bring two dozen noodles to the poodle King. Trans send transcend The Bitter End and then some. Someone cut down my shelterbelt when I wasn't looking and I don't know who done it I'm stumped.

The great mucus Geiser is on an up Roar

The translucent Mirth of the flying crustaceans. They're exotic Melodies fill the air. The heartfelt exodus of the glow worms and little cocoon jackets. The undulating streams synthetic pink meets flapping in the spring Breeze. Meets like you've never seen I've never tasted I've never gotten so wasted off eating these pink Meats. A town full of naked sacred clowns

The Seeker of all the worlds books, secure them on two hooks. Literature's a crafting your mind service thing and with swing into the home of the Barbarian. All digital media has already been deleted. The rookie on a technique to destroy all the folktales all the spoken word narratives then we can be pure and it's sure the day will be saved Freedom will ring when we have none of it Freedom's was bestowed on you not what you choose to do. Three cheers for the government with Christ in charge

And the holy go be tweens by the sacred soda machines. Standing there in their fancy Priestly lids. Are here to show us what God meant and punish us for past things we did and it's okay for them to have sex with our kids, because the will of God is upon all they do and they just want some children to screw he probably did it to you last time you had that childhood field trip to the zoo. Roaring for the tearing of Innocence and wearing colorful animal masks these Priests whose life standards are extreme, rains down poverty on the good people. You need faith not things they are told as their stomach Rumbles.

They wither the seeds they break all the things you need. They file updates on making you not be free. And the people bowed down suck their genitals shake their ass to the sound of the national anthem. Authoritarians bloated on Hayden steak. Put on fake propaganda and chocolate cake. They want to insert into this place a white ethnostate. Currently Jesus is kugel for all that. Is high income preachers and ministers to live in Idaho churches think so anyway and they are the voices of all that were allowed to say they tell me my script. They like to decide who dies. Make them feel powerful, get high on that kind of strength. In order to feel power you must enjoy power and making others suffer but we three, are the underground. Churning bug butter in symbols deep underground. Thanks GIF ways to take it all down bring it all down. For every one of us is 90 assholes who believe what they're told. Nibbling at a unreachable. At the end of a religious script. But deep out Underground we get along we've lost our bongs. We have songs that are seven words long. And we March naked enchant them until we memorize them

And the neighbors, they are sinister. They don't like the other it's a white Club only they don't like non-Christians it's a Christian Club only it'll give any facts about the Bible they never read it. They just go by what some guy says who's obviously selling them snake loyal you tell him that and I'll knock your teeth out. It started in already fucked up religion to a face of fear hate and greed. Greediest man is the holiest man. And they love guns more than life itself.

the city smells like cheeseburgers

The cheeseburger Breeze leaves my stomach fluttering hungry. A subliminal need that goes to the back brain like a greasy disease. Know the brains questions are written in chalk on the sidewalk until it rains. And the people begin stockpiling bacon to get them through a imaginary plague they read about on Facebook. Distracted from a very real one that cuts them down. Bodies sprawled on a sidewalk obscuring the knowledge chalk and then it begins to rain. People stockpiling socks as protection from the supposed alien invasion. A nation forced to ration their needs based on their over buying from fear and greed. Rumors fly can't get no more pie and some guy buys them all expecting a big profit but now he's stuck with perishable Goods and it does him no good and we laugh at his police issue scream Vapor lizard skin eyeglasses

And Jesus got elected president. We can identify with him because he is a alpha male primarily interested in money and sexual Conquest he's the best he's already exterminated three nationalities from this land all for-profit you understand nothing is ever morally wrong if it's done to extend your bank account how much money you have depends on whether you have enough to pile it up high enough to climb your way to heaven bad folks have bot got dollars enough faggots for the fires of hell.

From the pits of time chimes a broken alarm. The foundation goes out and everything collapses. These Forest of stumps were once there were trees is the president's doing in the people love him yes the people love him. Bowel down offer up their teenage daughters to give him blow jobs in the Oval Office. All the Wilder clutching their Bible and their gun. And hating the others those people who have different faiths and skin colors. Only when we about our president and do everything he says without question can we truly be free. Does the Christian people elect the Antichrist as president kill those who oppose him as Lone Wolf shooters depopulate small areas with mass shootings. Make America great a white ethnostate they chant as they bring down the schools and colleges.

He don't care about money he's a billionaire! All the blue-collar Midwest workers swear. Put their hand on the wallet that's the closest spot to God.

But she is hundreds of miles away from him. Rubbing the oils exotic rare plants and Crustaceans on to semi-precious stones. Giving them a glossy shine.

A house made of cookies, infested with bugs and children. A deadly virus falls from the Moon in drops of Dew. my Whirlpool issues my Tangerine Snow Job my Mercury soda kiss my thorny sheets of toxic Bliss.

The birds of Eden bring me colorful feathers for my bed. I'll sleep outside until I die. My time as a Great Plains scribe it's nearly over the due date has nearly arrived give my colored pencils get to the first midget with a hook for a hand that you encounter. Speed my scarf collection to those friendly jackalopes. Take all of my pills in one single dose. The fatherless son of the Holy Ghost. A steak saturated Wonderland. The Epic Return of the midget Emperor with a hook for a hand. My fluffy pillows are full of compressed fog.

The rivers are full of electric guitars the feedback sprays fish into the rain. Satanic Pop-Tarts stuffed into everybody's mailboxes. She answers the phone dressed in Garland and foam. She uses fish bones for a comb. She dresses in a kilt and she walks around on stilts let's that sweet thing air out. With rosy gusts of pleasure we all Shout!

A lust thrust forwards by a deep feeling of Doom impending. A folded feather ceremony. A folded clock hidden in the smock of a brilliant misfit.

A tail swallowing its own snake.

A fake wallowing his own trail.

And so I caught a fly in the air. Caught in my closed fist I threw it into a spider web. Spider tells me it was a great act of kindness what I have done. But the Flies family refer to it as an atrocity if the owned one they would shoot me with a gun.

spider and the midnight wheeze

A list of simple atrocities like in the good old days. An awkward path for the spider gang with an armload of fish fillets. Slim chortling Hoarders coating cards with mayonnaise as our days are getting near the end. The belch of the fractured Sun God. The crows on the road where liquor stores open on Sunday spend their zen and they've done. Car rental center where I want to see the sun

When you peel the night in ebony slices. It's a long shot from a tumescent Cannon. Glitter peripheral puke squirts from incandescent teeth. And so I fill up another page in my murder diary. Opulence and decadence of a sinister family history. Freaks who smoke seeds and drink liquefied meat. Human corpses hang from meat hooks in backwoods slaughter houses. So who is going to ring the vomit bell?
Sweet savory oils burned in bright bubbles in the spider gods temple. We spill our cocks out, in celebration of a corrected date line Ambient work cloud rains velvety crystals. We rise from our lacquered mucus thrown to the mother of dogs and greasy bones. All the while texting on our smartphone that the end is near

Vomit bell swells in our confused sleep.

And so they made Winter homes out of cookie dough during the Winter months when there is no bugs to eat the walls. Summer they walk about naked or nearly naked in colorful costumes made of flowers leaves headdresses of bird feathers that only pass by in Spring. Human beings and some other breed. Light sticks glow and you know in a few hours You are going to have to leave. Yes if the wind ever dies down, we're gonna go outside and smoke some weed.

Angel's with bright beaks

And so I strap on my plague doctor mask, and head off to the fair. They all have plague doctor masks,  everybody there. People vomit fall and die right there in front of us. And some conservative in the group loudly says "that's a good thing because he was weak". And soft angels with bright beaks agree.

But what is to be expected in these nervous times. Panicked shoppers buy all the whip cream off the shelf. Hungry people driving around the countryside night to still vegetables not quite ripe from a farmer's fields. Grieving loved ones with tattooed tears, one for every loss.
Sexual uses for tinfoil. The ugliest beauty pageant winner you've ever seen. Put all your circles into a wagon. Panicked by the pandemic, the Shoppers bought up all the jockstraps.

Suck my death through a crazy straw.

Add up the funeral, the mourners gyrate grieve and heave. A funnel of colored glass through which the ashes are sieved. Then a creative procreative funeral Reef lights up with Jingles of our sponsors products.

The mullet is fashionable again this year. But all those shaved head dude's got a long way to improve their fashionable statement. But there is an excess of shaven human pubic hair get it's natural it's all human and disinfected for bugs. It's like a merkin mullet

Burning stacks of tires. Frosting in the wind. A grin made from recycled paper of hope. Newspapers made of surgical moss. Bright onyx caviar of the mental boss. 3 week holiday to celebrate the creation of dental floss. Checked streak of opium wind Going hungry in the land of plenty

They dreamt of killing liberals for decades. And when a system broke down the dream came true. They couldn't get enough rape, and torture thrown into the mix to prolong the enjoyment. Older man who had not had a erections for months hard as a rock when the lib tard screams.

Where the end sidewalks

She sneers at me so sinister so snide. A pitcher of beer smiles by her side. She was driven mad by a round glass pipe. At night she howls like a viper. A chemical sheen in her eyes, a drugged up witch laughing wildly all night. She has file sharpened teeth, beware her bite. She has midnight eyes. She will black baptize you and your soul she buys with the wealth that's between her thighs.. You shouldn't believe her lies. But you do and now it's off to the glue factory for you. Under the sun nothings new and you die on a scented raft and blue turned out to be true. She's the soldier with spinach eyes. He's the lady of the Spanish fly. Spray on holiday going all the way. Bricks in the stutter field and the pricks claim they know what's real. Nubile fluid and spatula eyes, Subharmonic sonic biscuit bride. The scarecrow totem pole is glaring at ya. Fresh spider pie and your all invited. hypnotic narcotic smoke signal ties.

the outer butter balcony

 Tragedy Weaves green leaves onto your magistrate beams. Tickle up with a firmament stick. The moon has surveillance cameras made out of owls eyes. Clacking wooden curtains. Day after day a endless wind. squirrels control the meadow petrol the ghetto flutter like humid moths and wear fast food wrapper shoes

Moon beams and thought police. Islamic undergod patrols the Disco. Judas niece milk this irony. We've gone by on the ballot into a pallid landscape, three cheers for the golden snake.

Bow down before the boob witch.  There's sand in your shoes and you know it's time to go. Rattle snake in the snow.. a coma fountain Below. Down home Beaver bonnet caress it in the morning glow. And the leaves fall like merkins , skinny dip in the oil slick.

Go down the road with a symbolic pillow. Grapes and caterpillars smeared on to baked leaves.

I am parched for liquid parchment. I've got a thirst 4 dried water jerky. A island made exclusively of rain.

For entertainment. I lay down and think as little as possible but, don't mistake this for meditation. Waiting for a ride will take me to the place I'm going to die. Feeling healthy, stealing energized just waiting for that ride. Meanwhile, I've got a plate full of hate cakes all force feed you one if you apply the brakes. What's good for the news is good for the slander. It breaks one to gnaw one.

Strange new animals have slipped through the alternative universe walls.  And a pear tree in a Partridge.

A barony of biscuits a dynasty of cheese.  Tumbleweeds sprayed with cotton candy and I demand a 5th season. A cool one and bugless.
Who has sanctioned these minty biscuits For the under God.

The spandex barbed wire desire. Her brooch resembles a camel toe. A villainy cheese boat. Brittle boosts from the spearmint vendor.

Here is your failgasm I'll send you the bill.

Unbearable heat strikes the likes of us. A crazy vendor of phantom corruption's gifts on the bus. Now flaps the tatters of the King.

Magical maggots transact the beef field fun facts. It's almost time for a underwater hand job. You grow up so fast the land used Merkin casserole plans. A eye job in the sky. The merkin druid fills his pipe with extract fluids.

O yes it's the topless pool ridge festival and I like many of the tits I'm seeing here. I'm enjoying so many different kinds of delicious porridge. My 1st non REM  erection in 3 days and it happens here. It's a topless porridge fest and oh yes, I'm drinking lots of beer.

Phallic sunburn, and nothing for dessert. The flashing eyes of the air moccasin. So let's go to the tumescent taco parlor.

And so I'm laying in a brine float tank. Party measles for a funked up friend. The sky rains seaweed on nights like these.

Fuck with me and I will shoot you with a bullet carved from roadkill kitten's hearts.

Mixing aqua net and rain water from a cow trough, the party continues.

And now the swollen mollusk brayed your name lubricated Underachievers slide into the train. Reduced to Grease their bodies and all their beliefs dripping down a humid funnel now. You can ring the bell that's fastened over the well beside the grave.

An ancestor buried deep in the backyard in a gigantic jar filled with Brine.

A golden sermon from the toxicity in chief.  Fondle her golden biscuits in a land of porridge.

We never really knew what that stuff was. We only saw it that one time late summer. After a long night of thunderstorms in the fresh morning I went walking along the path of trees on the farm. There were gelatinous clear teardrop bubbles attached to the branches that jiggled in the Wind. Inside of these bubbles was something like a pink veiny seahorse. Don't know why I did it but I pulled one off the branch and popped it into my mouth. The taste so disgusting yet so delicious it made me shiver violently. A wave of crystalline sexuality watched over me. Anyway we ate bees until they dissolved and fell off the trees dissolving into the Earth and a Halo of a vaporous mist. These things did not show up on any of the pictures I took of them with my smartphone.

My grand parents had the most amazing Christmas light display. This was an artifact passed down to my grandparents three generations no electricity involved. It was a somehow Pagan looking rendition of Christ in the manger. There is a cast iron pan connected to the display through a long cord. You put the metal pan in the fireplace it took several hours of heating it up red hot and it converted the heat to an energy witch cast the figures is in the manger with an an unearthly glow. Although designed in the 1800s if it was a perfect alternative to the 1960's lava lamp in fact it was actually probably better.

Lookout! It's a bitch cloud! A pungent fog like the collective parts of all Angry women. If you get caught in it it will choke you out. You'll never want to have sex again

I've been busy carving us all masks we will wear until we die. Yes, you know we've got to walk single file in a great procession.

She's been busy, weaving spider web shrouds for us on the watch tower after we die.

The steaming prince with the Brine filled glasses, puff on a cigarette dipped in liquid human pineal gland extract. Surveys his kingdom through a series of massive television screens. Jots down notes to punish too happy folks. Only so much joy is allowed here only 18 beers a month per citizen.

Pumice mountains majesty

We speak through a pipe cloud about the bleakness. The dirty black bleakness that wafts over us with such completeness. Never seen or smelt a bleakness like that. A bleakness like a cold phlegm mist in the air. Like a puppet that would be free but instead flounders in a tangle of cut strings. A bleak blank cloud that stretches to the balcony. A festering dream.

I seek asylum in your barn, and I dropped some potato chips. A fortress made of human boobs. She struts around in her Jill boots. Emotional apocalypse with a Twist of lime. Bench press minutes until you don't exist. She throws her twerks before Swine.

And so I have a shot glass of meditation to help pass the time.

I've got a telescoping dick, I'm like an Eagle guarding a bridge. I'm running up to you with a loaded syringe. 30 units of insulin will put an end to your cringe.

In the soft light of the spoken word.. I just disengaged myself from the trembling herd. They got fez hats,  they got phosphorescent welcome mats. And they can only cum in conjunction with chewing a certain kind of cookie. Go to now, plow my soul into the Rolling Hills. I did what I will. I took a knee for half a century and then I got these pills. The Roaring Resurgence of the bologna Baron. Slim kite the October Dynamite. It's grown leave their homes get to beat plate of sage. I'm all right just chain me to the wall. Mumbled Manifesto. Pasta with sausage and I bet she throws it in the snow. Tone of Rovers hey glow globe bone makes you want to leave your home. Read the text.

Over the edge with a spaghetti war cloud. Feels good I'm in public and my penis is out. And he died under the heat and the grease of oversized artificial breasts. And so I put on my tingle tunic have a picnic amongst the Stars. And we paint the fields with yellow gravy. Flaccid arcade no movement Beyond this impacted day. A world that stirs like germs and yellow Wing mayonnaise. When time is a crime my cock will be a sundial clock. Bound by leaves to a smoky ground. The freak priestess has extra nipples attached all around. Nipples on our feet nipples on the street nipples while she tweaks and the shredded forest. Nipples in the Hey, nipples all hey and you know you know she's ready for it. And so we binded the blind triad.

cold times

Catapulting hot toast across the Meadow of savage stickers and irritable badgers. We're gonna make it in the wind feeling the breezes fingers is on every inch of bare skin

chocolate merkins for the fearing impaired. A festival of merkins and curtains and so I'm going to report these distortions 2 the station. At this point, it's all a bunch of meditation Devastation deviations. I am strolling from the mid West and I've got a satchel full of humus. What's left but the approaching freezing of night. What's left but a half-dozen burning kites? We are her buskers in a meat parade. There is no escape, because we've got it made We smile as we sit on piles of wise. We criticize then we idolize then we crucify and that's the end. A gun that shoots holsters. From the trees human bone wind chimes click and clack. She's a corpse dog, and I love her. Draggin me Dead things from far and wide she's a corpse dog and her bark Sounds like a cough. The tragic burden the Milky bubbles the silent weasels from Parts Unknown. The troubled tomahawk some sort of hassle concerning tassels. The unibrow of the fall tied midget. Mystery bubbles in the mid night pipe. Across the pipes vipers glide. Sweet melodies played on biscuits flute holes in the dough.

Fantastic landscapes get my mind off of these theater infections. Do you roar of idiot cars from the nearby asshole racetrack. Hundreds of millions of Americans Park their brains and join a stupid cult. A land we're idiots lead, by making even stupider people think they are Kings. The new Kings swing with incest and cheeseburgers by the way baby.

Now we cross over into the phone knob land. Security All Along The Mask plan. Its a inside job you understand?

The grand Hatchery of misinformation. I float in a sea of Lies I choose the ones that I like to wrap around my belief system.

I am in the Barony of kitten Greece, don't you speak for me I inherited my ancestors ceremonial wooden beak. Don't you peek at me. So now I'm at the dirigible cheese Loft. I married the rat with the golden fleece. A spinal Supper with Judas Priest. A easy Beacon beyond the spider lawn. Check out my robe of Minty talcum. My semi funky crayon dance. Check out the ghost orchids dangling from my pants. Strange Bobcat ritual in a abandoned field. Blue crystal crucifix pining for what it yields. It's past time 4 the gravy crunch kiss. Send in the blind mime. And the purple mountains full of hate, the inbred ego penetrate. The nothing binge kiss, full of hate. A plankton puppet Pulpit where we masturbate. I know you've got a cheddar star, suck the beer out of a muffin. Strange Savage bitch loaf. Jaded pallid fuck raft. We trip on a cheese ego. Speak for the Merkin mind. The next apology apologist sucks more beer Alps of the waffle. We are hurting, and uncertain a train drives mildew through our permanent migraine. The guide to the modern sociopath downloaded on Bit Torrent. Crucifix crotch kiss the splendor of our sticky shadow. The last flight of the chewable dirigible. Bring light to the faucet kite. What are you doing ma'am? Running around like that with your vagina all flapping. They braided their nose hairs into dreadlocks.

The bleak gates await the nippled king.

Run your fingers down the charred black lump of coal that is my heart. Chew on the frosty vines that milk your mind. The radicals with their radishes, the televangelists with their sleeves.

the terrible joy Spindler

The amazing bacon calendar. The Druid bathing module. The toxological meat floss.

The florid headache banister. A hand full of Random rituals. Do their cities of glittering pink plastic. Do they are somewhat itchy Fabrics. Oh there half-moon-shaped foot prints.. Oh there shiny merkins. And oh, when they say oh.

Oh the universe is low on fluid. It's a soul boneshaker it's a pile of steak truth. It's a factory in some other country where people die and are mutilated on the processor belt. Sweet American sunshine, people die for your French fries.

Onyx joy goggles

Fresh cut gonads thrown into the pyre. Smoke of burning angels illuminates a savory greasy smell. A nervous turtle tells a fractured tale.

A new kind of candy that makes you vomit. Turn Grandma's home into a meth lab while she's in a hospital. Hooves and crutches Long warm gropes. A mixture of tinsels and petrified hope. The outer gods gather on a sacred Hill Top to mope. Beware of the bumper guard nozzle be quick to pick it out of your box of fossils. Some horrible bong Badger flipped over the Bongo raft not feeling so need in the sticky steamy sheets but Hey, it's the night of the pickle wrath. Sidious whispers misters The blister on the phone of the macrobiotic Sea. The before math. Eat a bug for freedom. Chemtrails spell your name. I am a cannibal who only eats vegetarians. Fever forecasts a black series of omens. Beware Caribbean of the Mystic wind. The smog parade the translucent friend. The barricade that separates you from the Band-Aid for your spirit. There's got to be some poetry that makes me feel like cheese. Put it on your frosted color.

The quest