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We started out under the sign of the werewolf with the PRIMORDIAL LIPS smacking. The highway was covered in salt. I thought it was snow at first, it was so thick. Every so often, a pair of tire tracks would run off into the salt. There was something about those tire tracks. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I painted them on my innermost walls, along with a tray of baby teeth in a catholic trash can. I mean trashcan opera, going on beneath the floorboards. Almost canceled on account of the rain. I'm sorry BRIMMING TRIANGLE, but the tongue is not a precision instrument. And your decadent floorboards have got the best of me. Look at me! I'm so happy my cell phone is bleeding! May your basements be flooded with milk and antique baby powders. THE BASEMENTS OF AMERICA ARE BURNING and we have a responsibility to burn as well. Counting up our couches and our finest emergencies. Let us unite in this burning and in a sense of emergency. We learned more from a two minute burning then we ever did in school. GROANING MILK, HERE I COME: A christmas mystery in vague violence. I took the milk onto the bed. I initiated the pouring process. THE ZERO EFFECT: Now Rita's body was a mousetrap. There were high school couples in her head, thinking cruel thoughts. The ship is going down, christmas is canceled... Her mouth was a CRYSTAL FEAST. Frank Sinatra, Einstein and Santa Claus, crowd around her composing rhymed couplets. In 900 years of time and space I've never met anyone quite like Santa Claus. Look at his famous spoons. $25 FOR EACH SHOT. But I'm the one who always looks! I am the one who is always groaning!

Groaning auditorium. GAY GARDENS AND SOUTHWARDS: the basements were stuffed with christmas trees. In the corner was an old refrigerator filled with my little ponies. Hannah dreamed that once. She's always dreaming about refrigerators. She has a white cat that is actually a part of her brain that she feeds stilton cheese. CHOOSE EASY WORLD, it’s the gift that keeps on groanin!. Jill Casoraus in a piece of cheesy bread. I'll never forget that cheesy bread. She said, “JAWBONERS, YOU'RE FREAKIN' ME OUT WITH THAT CHEESY BREAD.” I'll Never forget the songs that changed your life in brooklyn in the 90's at just the right time of night. Bobby Talco is on your side. He has pure fever in his veins. Daniel has sawdust in his veins. If he were a unit of measurement he'd be a gallon. He touches you and you turn to butter. A profile of Ronald McDonald on the wall in virginia at midnight with a painted tear and a caption reading, “WE MISS YOU JIM.” The sign for today is midnight. Tonight's sign is a garland of fingers...a plate of scorn. The sphinx came to me in a dream and said, “I'm Yoko Ono, believe in me. I'm bludgeoningly symbolic.” Egyptian shumba, nut rocker, the shivvers, cold wind over EGYPT BEACH, MASSACHUESETTS, and sardonic balloons on a web of nudity. A book composed of 10,001 fortune cookie fortunes. All by Bobby Talco except one which is by Michael Hurley. Can you guess which one?

we were all born in a bathtime suicide mission. nothing was left but a pair of sunglasses that are still bleeding to this day. at the stroke of midnight you can hear them sing out of desperation.

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