dere's this grateful dead bear on my fore-arm dough ahh don't know what it's fore, man... like just this God-dharma crow conscious can-can till Dapper Dan can't barely stand though, Stan
Oh Bartleby and Oh nobleified humanity what a quaint "ham-"let I pleadbian fifth ve "did not know", uh, "about" not "figured it out" Zey tvist and zey shout these vunderbar chicken blues
The sky illumines an unearthly pink as Apollo sinks toward the snow-tinged hills giving his watch over to the street-lights and the not yet visible canyon-pocked moon,
While still supping, Zeus bombed the Urals to help man off his hubris whorses Young Yankee zombies roam our book-malls, skimming the tome-tombs and talk-heads Far as the eye sees
Hash can't sweeten the sable Mayan leaf nor bribe her noble visions ice-sliced, breathing red, an American Godzilla shoots a thin blue line in the swimming pool