Upbeat, gospel-y tune jammin'.
Come out with mic & dance steps:
Cocaine / Cocaine
You're so good to me, babe etc.
Do some really bad dance moves, spins, splits, etc.
Pull out 12"x12" bag of flour & pretend to do coke.
Have heart attack.
The show's over.
"Soaked Intruders Creep Forever"
"Tasered & Weak"
"Lame Pink Jag"
"Jeopardy Contestant"
"No Cummerbund/No Sash"
"Hovel of a Coward Yokel"
We were talking about Lucifer's Paddle, love in the Me Decade, the freighter's deep dish pizza, a fruit leather ascot, and other nightmares.
White bands of light or other colors slap across the city. Windshields blinded, cars stop and engines rev, the excitement sending pulses through flexed calf muscles. Eager to move into whatever color, whatever wall, whatever ahead, the desire to push down and cross into the new & strange, but not frightening. Not a warhead, not an army, neither a missive from a foreign terror, the lack of familiarity in witnessing this heatless blaze begets curiosity.
Gas Pane
T Cell
C.N.I. Dogg
Triple K
P Stane
Clams Chowders
SELIB8
Wittle BB
Ice 2 Get 2 No U
Q-Cumbor
Shit Breath
No scene can touch this dick! I shrink dix 4 cash. Call now! I love being a model. I would love it more if it wasn't for the sex tape. Missing you more. Do you look for a moment of 'clearness' during the day? The moment of 'softness'?
Are you consumed by dread? Do you appreciate the moments when the dread alleviates? Or do you think alleviation is unnecessary? Do people deserve pain? Were people meant to be happy? Are you catholic? It doesn't matter.
There is no extended bank of pleasure, is there? There might be. There is. Yes, there is. It seems elusive though, unreal, hard to put your finger on & keep it there. But you, with your crazy hair and big smile, can hold on.
"Fellows, I am sure as that dog is dead that we have once again created chocolate!" - from the novel The Chocolate Testers by Wiz Newton.
