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pumpkin ape munch munchkin cape.
Zubra.

i love the horrifying siren that cries wolf every other tuesday.
water tower tumble over the rooftops someone's gonna have to mop.
no gargoyles in this town.
tha uno dos tres what's the boiling temperature of a gargoyle: 200-500°C.........

Slice Is A Delicious Orange Drink I Haven't Had In Years

Don't Panic Picnic

swoop swoop! sandfaced red sun sink wooosh wooosh! applause.
billions of years wooooooooooooosh.
buried in the beach with a crab named Batman.
sunglass-eatin ocean
devil Neptune
stomp spyin
on the neighbors
with toy binoculars.
2 kinds of neighbors like potatoes.

get sexy quick, city boy! don't ask all them questions.
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh...
everything tastes sweet grenades red grenades orange cannons white bayonets.

There Will Be No Statement

Larry tells me the Rebel was a tunnel rat.
Larry's teeth look like Mayan ruins.
Larry's yellow cane.
No shit, granpa nazis charlatans Persia forever.
Meet me in Afghanistan.

Save somewhere else.

Cyborg Massage

One hundred baboons la la la hundred baboons
behind a bullet-proof desk.

Bogosity
Bogucity
Bogatron 5000
Wordatron FX.
Greasy armpits bloody earholes
blind date.

These muthafuckin roofers are smashing and gnashing 9 to 5 tearin shit up.

Landlord with the espionage. She repells down the side of the house bugeyed like a lemur.
"You got squatters hidin in there?!"

I jump off the fence and land, a gruesome grinnin monkey.

Grotesquery

While all the city was under mind-control time,
sludgeleggedly sauntering across crossings.

Chinese Express: 217.328.1818
Call if you want Chinese Food.

Mahaneys Dogs

mud-treading treadmill body
tongue
hanging out like paparazzi
eyeballs
lickin horsefaced hotty
thoroughbred lovin Lottie
16 hot-blooded
hands
& all white.

Preach your god: Free Hotdogs

Peripheral missiles strapped to griffins aimed at your visuals.

The lady has all the catalogs.

Two dreams.

First the one I dreamt last night. A car chase in the American desert, then Alabama, and back to the desert, New Mexico or Arizona. The car is coated in white dust, I am coated in white dust. And then I am watching a movie on a couch with

Maybe I’ll remember more.

The second dream.
I strangle a cop. A hybrid world, a composite of Normal, Gotham City -- the one from Batman the Animated Series -- futuristic 1930s Art Deco, and Reboot, computer animated, purple, ones and zeroes. How did it start? I’m flying a hovercraft through the city. It looks like the land-speeder from Star Wars. Everything is desaturated, almost black and white. Three people in the car. There could be a fourth person. We’ve committed a crime, created lawlessness. livin’ vicious lascivious. Point-blank range hollow-point with the seriousness. What’s your name? I strangle myself and wake up.

the windows taped off,
the carpets laminated.
drunken cowboys
in minivans race around
the track at 300
miles
per
hour.

Roog on loop, mixing rum with chocolate milk, splicing alleys together, running out of clothes.

St. Joe
The Trestle

Sarge.
Sarge's Bus.

Sarge was an old Vietnam Vet, or he said he was. He had this shack next to the railroad tracks and a rusted colorless windowless schoolbus filled with broken glass and pepsi cans. Little kids would go fishing over by Sarge's shack and Sarge would invite the little kids over to his house and offer them drugged pepsi. Then he would take them to the bus.

Sarge would sit in his shack, transmitting on a ham radio, cleaning his guns, when all of a sudden,
"Sarge," the Bus would say,
"What? Who's that?"
"Sarge, it's the Bus."
"Who?"
"The Bus, Sarge. It's the Bus. I'm hungry, Sarge. Bring me something to eat."

"Where'd you go on your motorcycle, Mike?"

"Everywhere, and very indirectly at that."

Stop, Drop, and Giggle

Men only cook spaghetti, says the banker woman. I gotta a handful of whateverol I gotta deposit. It'll credit the next business day 12am. The banker woman has quick fingers and green face but you never see the bottom half of her body it's hidden behind the window she could be a horsefly from the waist down and she knows how much you got. Have a nice day.

wanda went to
the dentist
got her hologram
smile
she got her tonsils removed
they were weighing
her down.
the tonsils
weren't havin
it
followed
her home
crawled back
in her
face when
she was alone.

get your frozen tundra
off of my bread
get the cabbage patch
off the sidewall
get the safari hat
from the marshlands

they beamed up
A WHALE.

The Episode Knew Exactly When To End

Get me Mrs. Gettysburg. Team work, that's how we solve this dilemmaaaahhhh...chooo!
Germ warfare critters livin in your hair. That girl has the same shoes. The table is round and lopsided shuckuckuck frrrrrlonk.

Smiles = sky miles.

Gellatin it's not
no sin
gigguhlin like gellatin
livin in
sin
gle bedroom wit
h
no locks
insertin foxes
into boxes got you backed
against the rocks defrocked
upsettin your socks
sleep on
the hammock
dontcha wontcha wanna
in the future
and up
suction cup up
the structure infiltrate
chicken soup can't be late
blow! it's hot
putcha pretty friend on the phone
"What's your name?"
"Hatchetface / Leatherface / Gargoyle Leslie / Grizzly Betsy / Fangface Fiona"
gettin me all over thee
thus puss

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"Sternface Sissy Cynthia"

The couple upstairs is flirting. The man sounds like Yellow Bastard and the girl has mannerisms. They all over the couch like loose change. mint condition.
Antelopes answer abstract analogies airborne attacks asked at Anchorage Big bang bug
blow! ( it's still hot ) cutcher calves carve cows in Compton. Done.

SPAZBA. WIN INSTANTLY.

For breakfast a burning skillet, with exclamations. Bread and meat wedged together, glued to ketchup and mustard. Porkchop family pointing fingers. Blow it up to smithereens!

ANTS! I am sitting on a hive, drawing pancakes.
All that matters is the angle.

Dance Against Stairs

Greasy pincers far from chubby her mouth crooked up and down munching Gibby the 3-Legged Cat. Expressionless. Bald but for the horn from the bottom of the forhead that sprouts hairs to the ceiling eyes on the split-end tips slurp conditioner Pantene Pro V like #2 watered-down kamikaze moan. Here we jut out speedy cockroach walks up metal staircase castrated.

bees after my roast beef
3D sensor array complete with labels. Stealing women from the oven.

Do you hear it? That is the Gulf of Mexico, and it is shooooom..... shoooooooom....shoooooooom.... The land of unstoppable waves, and sharks. Their dorsals surface twenty feet away, sniffing out my bloody knees. SHARK! Noiseless, stealth, F-22s fly overhead, sharks in the air. Shark everywhere.

Eat your blouses and khaki jean short sweaters! Come live with the sharks. My red babboon ass welcomes you!

Hyah! There! Slap! Yes! Into the water, gurgle gurgle!

Dantes falls from the Chateau d'If. Shoooooooooooooooooooooooom dishwasher liquid.