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electrifying clown, i'm smelting a frown in the public umbilical cord. i hoist my broadsword, alarmed at naysayers, poisoned hairdressers and dresser drawers contain boxer shorts and more swords. more war, more headroom, maxed out zest, all for the very best, the end of the fizzling line. perturbed mime ingests substances which are abused eventually and erase memory. the downy soft features of pigeon-eyed, licorice licking bottom feeders feels good. do the do, do the deed, a mystery to me, in need of a meltdown, in need of a frigid stare. bounce off the walls, deify the cops, renegotiate your contracts with controlling forces. rage at thoughts sublime subside quickly when countered with breathing. heeding the life-long warning, earning in all innings, spinning in chair, molested by unwanted sounds, going places in life, making the rounds, building bridges to books on opposite shores just to have something to do. don't paddle my rear, paddle the canoe! we've got to get downstream to the crime of the scene! the spine of the cream! the sine wave of greed! a smile is in need! a friend with sesame seeds is better. whole wheat buns stir up the fraud when appendages are barred. no holds restricted, no crimes unattended by juvenile saints. the stained failures rupturing through the pavement repaid us willingly, they filled us up with cement in a pond, and we drowned, we were bitter goblins hobbling down the road at the end of the day. in many ways, the vile creatures i just described were more than what they seemed to be at first glance. always pinching the tiny knobs of synthesizers to warp sound, to get down in a disco sense, to wiggle that deposit of fat, to squirm like a vampire bat plagued with parasites, to be like a hot butter knife, in a weird way, i appreciate forlorn horror play, i'm assuming the actual cause of this situation was just a regurgitation of a rerun in some sense. balled up fists rationalized by seeming reason, a dried up grape, a raisin, a hayseed hillbilly caught up in a world of dreams, seceding from familiarity and spreading a corrupt seed. instinctual navigation of unfamiliar terrain, reigned in, snowed out, plain sin, old lout. an old curmudgeonly muffin, buffed by dozens of officers of the law, they expect to take me by the paw? i disagree completely in every conceivable way, just you wait, i'll have you frustrated at your inability to capture me. a ladder, climbed, assists the escape, the will of the betrayed, a knot, frayed, cannot hold back the tears of regret and damnation as a carnation blooms in the face of all the hopes that were thought up to combat the idea that all was lost. a firm but tough and fair assessment of this new assassination of all philosophical ambivalence. a carnal dance in a hallowed hall, a poor lesser man's four horsemen, a frail and beetle-like person announces resignation from an office he didn't really have, he had not, he'd better not stop pretending that he's the chief, we have words to speak to officers in situations that call for hot-headed actions and dollars flung about like monkey droppings. we're walloping this beast with a chain whip, i'm afraid we might break it, but we may instate a new act in its place. the new ways are better than the old, holy hell, they're a sight to behold! these new laws are boss, they're the best we've got, we're hot to trot for such privileged legislation, we're into this new idea of "intellectual immigration." i'm sensing some confusion on the part of my beneficiaries, i must attempt to quell these furies, the scenes i made with fitful tantrums, dancing ridiculously around dumpsters and pumpkins, dismaying underlings and bumpkins, just justifying the cause for which i stand, my claws outstretched, take my hand, we go to never heaven land, i suppose there's something that can be thought of to actualize the sickness of an individual too selfish to consider others. the self is freed from any concerns, its morality is smothered. dapper friends of zero tolerance marionettes seek to appropriate tunes in their nests of deviance, the purity among unclean insects is ineffective and insensitive. it's all we need now to provide merriment among the worldwide population of gold digging paper cutting coal mining dopes. i hope we can cope with the cornucopia of effervescent fiends providing the kids with evisceration on a psychic level. it would behoove one to remain aware of the artifacts that uphold versions of truth that conflict with the popular consensus. apprehensive, a bald man walks in a manner unlike a royal, but he tumbles and rolls, he boils shrimp and oils his catcher's mitt. his mitt is ready to be assaulted with balls, i think we all understand the meaning in this mean scene described by a regular dude. oh, how rude.