GOLD TEETH AT A FEAST works us to homeostasis. Dead Ruth
Ginsburg's red tooth-rinse surge is coded blind on Mode 9 half-way
up toothy Ruthie's spine years after she drugged dikes in Rotterdam
so that Pentagon fairy John Kerry could pork ***** for Uncle Sam.
“Don't think about it Tammy,” Timmy said through swollen lips on
the roller coaster while pieces were breaking off & pigs were dying
& his mom was in Alaska making it in the Eskimo biz like she was
a she-male Moses with the strength of thirty billion Barry Gibbs on
raw marijuana praying to our Lord Jesus & His mama La Madonna
in a pink tongue-wagging trance in Paris, the sexiest city in France.