Journey of Doubtful Indulgence

putrid rascal was a real truant and also a junkie and a somnambulist too and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine then the rascal walked dizzily like a mechanic dancer around the cinnamon circle right under the scythe and underwent a severance the staggering truth was quite vague then a postwar prelude under the lurid sky piccolo semitone sacrament orchids silhouettes on a merry-go-round the jetty broke up and a castaway went away right before dawning beforethe stellar equinox but journey was a humdrum with nautical nausea just a medley of flukes so we hit the road on the roof of a magic bus not just figurative really peculiar and finally let behind all the cold sensations a marble queen visits with a priest with no faith and start gentle mutiny the celestial journey is over at ten p.m. and all we got left is a sobering lethargy