☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ “Who are you shacking up with?” I queried the pope proudly. “With a hovel full of *******, junkies & pederasts!” He retorted. “Do you wear your giant, open-mouthed fish hat to bed?” I asked. “Of course I do & the ring & the purple drapery,” the pope said. Discontentment spreads with the building of tiny houses on wheels by bull-***** with tiny ***** on legs popping steroidal-growth pills while we strike a gold coin for quean Lizzy & another million kills, dutifully omitted by _Majesty_ rag: toilet bowl of British-rumor mills Any conspiracy is a cons' piracy when two or more are in collusion, while folks mesmerized by teleprompter-readers are under delusion of a cerebral/cortex laceration, extirpation, concussion or contusion to relate a surrealistic/pseudo-reality that will propagate the illusion that vampire-bus phlebotomists obey strictures of blood transfusion & that gregarious hermits must forever renounce absolute seclusion ☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒ ☒☒ ☒