Sweet Just the Way I Like It

Sweet Just the Way I Like It you're a genius she moaned there can only be so much money in circulation he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus the moon arose sharp as a razor and they set about creating a dynasty a master race of thumb sucking idiots that arose from the dead at midnight with pretensions of divine right she was a plump desert highway waitress with a mile of sunny cleavage a beckoning oasis of hope to every butt sore trucker he was a cadre from the Cro Magnon bloc raised by the Sisters of Inchoate Ire in a constant din of prayer a model of pedagogical endurance a time of war ravaged the land the grip of the Dept. of Antiquities was strong wizards made the oceans boil mystics buskered the street corners will work for the contemplation of food a few actually knew something but in practice were a bit too bent by the wind blinded by repetition to be true in the rigorous mortis sense nothing to be done except perhaps another detached from reality ****** now that the past was in hot pursuit but the leibensborn are clever and they were smuggled to safety in boxes of radio parts he picked up the Bardic Hour on the Welsh Luftwaffe Network she was wired to the 220 dryer circuit and clicked through the channels Gamble for Your Soul followed by Ladies of Leisure followed by Nearly Inaudible the game show which asked the same question if the picture is perfect is it changeable this is how they ineluctably became the enemy of both sides the rim shots were deafening but histrionics had worked in the past you'd think we were defending against death rather than a better data set so it is with surface addiction a searching modern art piece From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/