Bobby Bandwidth In Dogs Humping Act 2

both sides use conscience for a hook it's a con artist's suitcase fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears there's enough of everything in there toasters glowing blenders humming dogs humping on lawns across the land in a cloying oppressive sweetness that could diverge and go anywhere Club Med’s Oracle Island for example blind sibyls eyelids fluttering hissing spitting twitching babbling it was the wisdom of the ages incarnate but Bobby was miles from all this making that fox up a tree deduction consumed by the dread of discovering at death that his life was an in-flight movie only with less captivity and more wandering unsure of coming up with an airtight alibi he mobilized his only shield the lid off the dustbin of history held against his approaching doom they give you anything you want at first the customer can do no wrong then the high pressure hose and subsequent foxhole autopsy great 3 color graphics they even have a screen saver yet fate had a trick up her butt plucky Lemona it suddenly turns out as the machinery of Zeus grinds us skyward has been a spy for the forces of ambivalence disguised as a bushwhacking retromaniac gone undercover and surfing the channels that were woven into the Swami's beard from the first instant that she knew the Eel King was a candle lit hallucination as well as a groping spiritual vagrant don't you mess with Bobby Eel daddy it was Lemona and her retinal retinue of petulant maidens on a magic carpet Jacobins in Mr. Roger's neighborhood with its habitual hypocrites and tired liars a decreasingly sentient society caravans of slaves needing theater with which to compare and gauge their pain the boardroom's feral chessmen puking up last night's takeover I mean takeout again uh oh I'm getting calm down messages from my fiance Lemona Oblongata so I can't even feel exalted at last I've been inoculated against everything except the Eel King's daughter