goldrushhooker:

hurry hurry hungry stomach. make yer way smoking fast around the brick corner tongue out and wetting the tshirts of the sensual babes hanging out, as they tended to do. Thats when the bike courier smoking crack not paying attention obviously ran right into me and there went the cake i made for a belated birthday of someone i didnt really like at all, but i was a people pleaser and a jig dancing barmaid with bullet holes in my feet from the poor aim of the rough alpha slobs laughing so his face stretched into that of a American Gothic ass, dark and retching dissonance for the hip kids to bob their beady beanie heads and get spooky serious and i put on my vampire teeth, plastic, and drink the classic virgin colada and have my tropical curly mullet in full swing, heh heh heh, and i hack and cough and my cigar falls on the guiding rat who wears little suits and maybe is homosexual. The strange sedation across the quiet land, no ruckus or loud insanity and lewdness openly fuming and cruising. Then the curious get bored and murder before they lose their virginity, the midwest is americas heartland, they grow the best cereal killers in this inspiring land. So lets hear it for us, the wild west, the lonely dark north, the complexly trashy midwest, the sleepy smiling south with blood on its mouth, and the old luxury east, a great puzzle, but always somehow missing one piece that yer too high to ever find. Good night from tv land…

(I Love Lucy theme plays…)