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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required his last gasp was quite lengthy trying to go out with a bang as usual a rationalist manifesto covering his face accompanied by a cotton field work song his grip went slack under the torrent of images fortunes have been lost in that snapshot parlor shook the money from the pockets of many a surviving Siamese twin blessed with a rugged set of mouse buttons he pitched head first into the theocratic miasma since a rescue by wisdom eluded his pilgrimage and its inner parade of flailing penitents he died to a real slow slide whistle tango from a regrettable strangulation of debate and terminally transparent eyelids at least the bastards left me to my fate he mused just as a legion of parachutists crashed and tumbled through the roof it was an Exist-o-Gram from my dear mother but first a word from our sponsor Hi there Mel Linger owner of Mel's Futon Corral so jump in the calaboose and come on down for a steal of a deal and a big gold tooth smile clear and sunny in the lowland swamps now for some traffic from overhead fully awake after the reservoirs of hell broke loose his mathematician’s mind calculated how long until earthly paradise it was a delusion but a lot of them work time to risk the entire skin layer he fielded searching for the trail to civilization he shinnied up his collective unconscious an optico semiotician on a paranormal safari and began to read mom's holy missive son, your persistent mania for self dialog requiring a frequent bath in statistics and terror has left you under the juggernaut's wheels for some fashionable occult mystery humor him it's a mud fest in there relaxed again and ready for the ever enchanting silhouette of flames he spread his wings and noticed there were no wings too late his nipples were erect with drama moms lips floated above and spoke the extraterrestrial rushed up at him the Cherubs chirped and twittered as he rowed over the spillway of oblivion and stood before the ancient ones boy were they ancient decrepit even connected to bubbling jars by their sex organs apparently this made them really smart the one labeled mom bubbled and spoke lose the kilt festooned with skulls son later that day a marsh fire swept through heaven and a humming bird took nectar from his ear
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