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By Barb SnodgrassPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Wish I had a flowing dramatic cape

1. capitalist cheese stacking on hanging human hocks of ham strange melodic mumbling disharmonious fading memories of Floridian shuffling hat & bag in hand---saddest sounds I never sang, "midnight strikes, mocking bird flies grabbed by the gravitational pull of your sapphire eyes"---soaring lightning fueled flying alibaba carpet ride, skin collides sparked fuse melodramatically crawling comet fire magnetized---I'm paralyzed

2. crash test dummies unleash the fury NyQuil poured over rocks tomfoolery vassal fief bikers born ruffians scalawag raccoons training with seal team six---shenanigans too well tuned hired head hunting snipers short fused popp'in pins off hand grenades bourbon soaked munitions stockade Tom Waits on stock car lemonade four horseman coping machinations

3. walking bath salt dead. foiled---somebody duct taped 'em to the bed frame the caucasian trolley dodging hare browbeat 'em with phone books unbruised nightmare four loko midnight flaming molotov anarchic flares Peter Lorre's feeding the Maltese falcon goat cheese fluffy stuffed marshmallows picking ukuleles

4. liquid swords floating water boards visible sounds sniffing vowels bloodhounds hearing whereabouts chasing pavement post grunge modest mouse wormholes covering the godhead's bathroom floor walk through the french existential astral doors red beets Bert Bacharach lacing lyrics with ladies man smack Brahms & Liszt joining Cannibel Corpse covering call me maybe, spooning pork pies with forks blazing inferno in the studio postponed by snowstorm dripping storks

5. peanut butter jelly Helen Keller karaoke vocal trance musical tourettes underwater disco electro offset iambic misdemeanor---ebonic pentameter el scorcho vision of disorder teamo supremo double peddle Jesus metal talk to Frank, he's fishing raspberry tarts outta the sceptic tank for tonight's debutantes & vagabonds masquerade flim flam juke jive bathtub gin soaked hee-haw ho-down paradox

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