becky the girl in western pensylvania who owes me a picture that she refuses to send a package a letter anything you can as long as it comes quickly he shouted as he crossed the busy intersection of truth and lies on the bed facedown as he reads the story of his life which is…

the evil cow fixed it’s burning eye of hatred upon the bane of it’s existance… the black raven whose only goal in life was to raise a ruckus.

jimmy reads the poetry rubs his wandering eyes which settle on a remote object in the not to distant future far off place where we find ourselves twiddling out hums in anticipation of the newly released piece of sound as it hits my ear in a swarm of bees.

mercy mylanta to sooth the stomach as it wrenches itself a certain death from the acidic food that you have devored like a lion seeking it’s prey as it stalks through the jungle of snarled traffic jams and exhaust plumes which rise like angels toward the heavenly bodies which float carefully in space and time…