my assassin hisses from behind his curtain there's nobody here with a stand up comic's grin so he turned to practical jokes got the gods tumbling spire over minaret suffering a vigorously impious scorn the pit bull lobby eventually had him banned for making life into a pastoral meadow but reposeful bliss eluded him instead an agitated bliss on all his channels being it was a game of hobbled feet marrying truth to insanity and created a race of juggling pundits ringing like temple gongs inherently bourgeois anarchist epicureans wanting what is best is not always pretty but nothing padded his gaze observe the scale and the detail the ruling class toiling all night gave us minds and wills and forgetfulness arise from the dead said the angel Mr. Blinky kiss my sassafras *** said Billy Nitro Scamper his Mongolian chihuahua barking and snapping in emphasis the times of laughter are over he decanted in all silliness so **** it laugh anyway this is a limited time offer you've read this you can't unread it but what choice did I have chronically coming up empty handed flapping in the wind and no ****** vast and complex was Blinky's hypothermia from deep within the Putumayo a million chimeras cried for blood the lava flowed round Pele's feet upscale and chic descended to shopping cart as the armless Venus glided towards him fresh from a dump in a highway pay toilet all love and germs in a clueless crescendo freed him from omen slavery Pol Potted the world of its many ******* Venus pulled him close her hot breath made his hairs dance she exhaled softly you don't have to scream to keep yourself awake she could read a phoneme like the moon in the river as they pronounced us man and woman their chief hipster said crazy man crazy you are a freak like us act accordingly
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