Etruscan Smile

my soul is the shape of a bloodstain poured there by Nadine Maraschino my right eye sits in the ruby voodoo goblet that she wears upon her head Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy from the cauldron of shame but she used her brain cleverly with candor and anti-obfuscatory ardor it was the mystic East humping the mystic West so said the gaming industry statistics don’t believe me then talk to my lawyers then Circumstance & Circumstance writs tarts and exonerations they’ll tell you of the settlement coded instruction to the next generation Nadine's heart was as big as a catcher's mitt her white garments billowed like clouds passing before the moon we met in an emergency room after I pulled my best pickup line hi I'm a friend to the entire human race and she countered with want auntie Nadine to show you how to be a big boy a buzzard shadow passed over her face she pulled me close and hissed if no one wants to look foolish why so many truth murdering fools I weakly countered with if thoughts are differentiated one from the other then so are you Nadine’s lizard tongue gave him the secret to the garden descending down his throat like a black lung miner how can you tell if it's morning noon or night hint you'll need a sense of sequence hers was a dangerous mission for both covert and overt ends the life's a ***** and then you die cynics took us for a pack of numbskulls well we were arrayed in a tatty splendor consisting of zero camouflage but there was no substitute for living deep even in Happy Valley the slightly assisted living community well hell we're all assisted aren't we supposed to get smarter as time scurries us along and last I'd like to thank my non-existent financial backers for timely script development From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/