Bedlam Tits and Chinese Takeout

beware the enemy who can fart your national anthem it was a mob scene at the microphone kill him kill him they laughed nobody wanted to miss the show a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss sound bites took their ears off but how else can one enter the future with enough for gas money a basket of Chinese takeout and a cigar for the road I wasn't free as a kid either trying to live happy with an unhappy soul we're going to be a brave scout aren't we little boy the place was crawling with dilettantes NazI pederasts and machine politicians parents now hunkered down and on the run from the children bounty hunters this is the era of retribution officer Claudia held her gun on him I need as a minimum a fat 8 inches can we do business she murmured OK I'll take achoo as meaning yes wishing only to stay true to my vow keep a poker face no matter what certainly I know right from wrong officer having tested them both thoroughly under laboratory conditions of course on the normal frequencies it seemed to do the trick it's a trick of light because light is proof all is rumored is a good disclaimer another night of sinister symbols broadcast across my eyes in a Japanese bukkake tourist accident I'd like to make a withdrawal from my camera account now when the steam pipes blow and the manhole covers blow so life is an insane riddle then so if right and left marry will the kids have two heads From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/