A mellowcalling nuclear rainbow burst over the coast of the freshly dissected and pressed moon in an ancient voice of not-quite unsynthesized dissonance in a descendingly decrepit crescendo booming with Godcave bass and shrill,tinny midrange. In the hours before and mostly after The Burst,an orgy of seraphic sodomy happened.The female angels were delighted to sodomize the vast multitudes of male demigods and masculine angels.It was a fairly heavy meal:the female angels were adorned with strap-on dildoes of pure gold embedded with polka dots of pure silver, making the pleasure of the rape about as satisfying as eating a really big plate of homemade spaghetti.
Penetration came mechanically, and was smothered with Granola.

And here comes Smokey Kaye Jr. now...

"We must return the living dead with the original receipt of purchase."

"yeah/okay"

I harbor a hardboiled belief that most hamburger joints in America today are lacking ONE VITAL ELEMENT: free involuntary electroshock therapy.Electroshock should be administered by spongybroke yellow Rhinoceri to all fast food customers in drive-thru's.GrandmaBlob Monsters, wielding sawed-off BlueWhale billyclubs,alien axes and Charlie Manson P.O.V. laserguns.These bitches are SCARy and POSSESSED!!

It was only with great care that Bob White introduced me to notorious Lorazepam kingpin MOO_MOO DIDDLY PATTITEL THE 3rd.

"es toda??!"

"NO!! I told you I DON"T PLAY DRUMS!!! I told YOU I play ELECTRIC GUITAR IN a HEAVY METAL BAND!!!!"

"necesita una pluma de bano de queso??"

"Yes!! I would LIKE a cheesepencil from the bathroom very much quesadilla boob,thank you!!!"

'yer welcome."

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.........The black man was driving me into a warzone.Drugs were Everywhere and and Everything was Drugs And Violence.I could not explain my position to the company but I did try,the way a gelatinous goober blob might communicate with a socially idealistic stand-up comedian.Or like wresting a tablecloth from a tabletop on which silverware and oranges have been placed.We stole tons of oranges from the natives that summer.I still feel guilty about that.

The Goddess of White Noize lies in wait behind the air vent grating cheese in the high rise apartment,clutching an aluminum bat between her garbagefingers.A Horseman cries in the distance and child denies ever having been touched. And behind her the legions of doglike Dog Dograt Rats devour entire Pittsburgh shopping malls with their sharp pointy perfect teeth.

The SeaSky is home to a leviathan tubeworm, round and flat and spiralled with a gaping open cold sore for a mouth which is about the size of one hundred million gillion Earths.Giant veiny starballs,yep!Chickenwire,Christmas lights and actors. What a MESS!But I was more than happy to receive free heart-revivals with my year round coupon that pretty much pays for itself after the 32nd use.Only my heart is fine.I mean it's perfectly healthy and not necessarily in need of being revived because I"M NOT DEAD but still it's kinda fun,the same way hopping scotch with George Costanza aboard a willyboat whilst popping popcorn and lighting Roman cigars is fun.You get a Santa hat on my head and I guarantee you I'll be dropkicking basket sharks left and right all damn night! Hehe,he hehehehe!!

I was then hoisted up to the summit of the Himalayas with the help of the inquisitive Spaniards and very strong French braids.The Chinamen had begun to swarm the base of Mt.Everest,that apocalyptic megalith of a monolith behemoth rock.The They,The They,the They! the Chinamen,they with their angel-ripping corpseblades were prepared to invade.
the Hours passed by dreadfully slow,similar to toiletpaer-roll tubes stuffed first with HalibutMonkeys which had been unceremoniously dipped once in molasses,next wrapped in tin foil and,finally,processed digitally and then manufactured and subsequently marketed as recreational sperm-mints in little cellophane wrappers.

In my sparetime I would find myself observing the funny little blokes that had the fire extinguisher bodies and two-dimensional hyrdafishHeads.I warned the Junior Team that if they were to find themselves trapped in the garbage-masher during afterschool detention there would be alot of raw fish,cabling,pin-up models,blue milkcrates(empty) and yeah,even sewage.Also,parts of people scattered and strewn about the classroom.

It was during this period of time,the subsequent 99 and 1/3 minutes that I wrote the infamous "Destroyer of Poetry & Prose" poems parts One thru Five.

Little pups of(they call me the "Armchair Atheist")flesh began popping in and out of(I have a FUCKING BLAST torturing audiences with my literary werx hahaha!)soapy tabernacles during a musicalchairs demonstration I attended at Father Pentagram's Church of GoggleHotPotato.The pastor was a Red Dragblonde girl "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUKKK!!!!!" was her name.She stalks on hunchback in tomato-sacked one-legged ass-hopping competitions.Regularly,I might add.

Mystic Diarrhea.
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The fuckin ugly SatanSpider is Everywhere,covering the arctic tundra like shit-stained moss covers a pioneer canyon in Idaho!Now Everybody's goin' surfin',celebrating the new tidal waves,happy as aluminum garbage cans banging together,sisters and mothers crying and whoring each other whilst throwback mutant families conspire and caucass to murder my own,to usurp my stable insanity chopping the giant redblack orangegrey tartantula to gooey bits,an uppercut to my head goring my mother as my father sits on a stone bench, his heads in his hand,frozen and crying and catatonic and unable even to prove it,a glass chessboard in front of him and MY GOD where is my little sister I hope she's not cutting them up and sending mutialted collages to skin magazines in an attempt to market this plausible fantasy to agoraphobics;just beach it with laffhardy brine printermen a slight.

these days of course most films are shot on location at state zoos with scripts reeking of bestiality and incest.

She crossed the downtown corridor of Jason after just having taken Manhattan out to lunch.She,Vicki, had the dollbaby in her hand the Hispanic woman named Vicki,did. She was about to embrace her brother/husband but at that instant he spotted me reading Rue Morgue Magazine on the subway terminal and he had a gun and indeed he fired it(aiming for me,I suppose) but he severely miscalculated and shot his own hand off,his left hand,the one he used to fire the gun which by the way was a .357 Magnum. I had just come back from a fashion show that had been sponsored by Madonna.Madge got erotic with me and the other women-models,stripping(but not ACTUALLY stripping she would later confess to me in private) and asking us if we wanted to "get nakie" with her and look at maps of Camarillo,CA in the river and waterfall by the Camarillo Springs Golf Course where O.J. Simpson was notorious for haunting(this is true),skinny dipping with effigies of Oscar the Grouch,Cookie Monster,and Grover. Or maybe Madonna asked us if we wanted HER to "get nakie".I don't remember which but I do actually.Whatever.

Anywho,I ordered a #15537 from Mick D's for breakfast from a purplecraver black-haired witch named Rachel.

"Now look here, you bastard!His scalp is beginning to ITCH and BURN again!What does that TELL you Jenkins? If I've said it once,I've said it a million times:Stucco is Wood Paneling in disguise,man! you MUST trust Wood Paneling! I cannot STRESS this ENOUGH,man! The point is not to get to carried away with the fear of Sleep! It is what it is!"

I made over $5,000,000,000 last year alone by floating and soaking in my transcendental hygienic bathtub at home enslaved in the laundry chute's dorky bowels wearing a gold chain 28 karat necklace over my chested walnut hair on my chest! Steam, baby,steam!! Baking chocolate chip teddy Grahams (no! cinnamon!hehe!) boiled over water mixed with unwanted potato eyes.

"get it through yer head,MAN!
No, the sun flares haves ceased to coat my urinary tract,Robinson! Gad!"

....And now, a Nameless Red Anger inhabits my twinkie neck...

the Ice Cream Shovel which was originally lended to me by Mr. Simmons has vanished frm my office desk.I am remaining calm,though.After work I will walk to the penny candy store,reach into my pocket only to discover I have just one Canadian penny and,knowing that I am ROYALLY fucked I wil,l procure a surgical drill from my underpants point it to my temple and lobotomize myself.I will then fill the hole in my head with all manner of penny candies then stitch the hole back up and gather my cereal box tops to pay for my visits to the bathroom.

Another restful night, eh?

(it's important to smile,whether in public or private,and to celebrate Life because you never know much,really, but you Do know MORE than you THINK you do.

you do...

REALLY.

-Step into the Light-

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