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Masters of Trickery

Masters of Trickery alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims gliding in under a full moon foul smelling unwashed bumbling hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies firing bursts of compressed methane in wanton hypnotic quantities ended civilization as we know it the survivors reel in stupor the land is barren its people wail our women masturbate exclusively our men drool and **** themselves except for a number of mathematicians and barflies who did that anyhow whoever said exile makes you smart was a master of trickery and deceit why did their science get them this far then break down into useless tin replacement parts are on the way OK you can drive it just don't touch turbo well he did and became one of the new gods commanding the involuntary muscle groups and the media of mass communication Koko the hand sign gorilla was his High Priestess Koko want play peek-a-boo discovered anarchy all by herself using those prehensile wiggly digits to construct a portable explosive device but potassium permanganate and peanut butter must be mixed slow and her impatience was set to fast so it went off in her face leaving Koko beautiful as Venus a miracle of chaotic reconstruction when all she wanted for her head was a tetrahedron proving that existence is open source the alien visit had been productive many messages were left with us could time have a center asked the almond eyed pilot huffily only huffy for him was rip your head off and didgeridoo down your windpipe it looks like we all suffer from gambler's syndrome From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/

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