i'm the wil-o-wisp fascist. which doppler shift means closer & which means further away? all this parlor talk of drowning. i'm aflood with signals to beam into space. i accept portentious sunspots as eight minute (8:00) replies, thirteen & a half minute (13:30) tape replacements. the backwards masking of my morning. this temple virgin sunrise. i always said it was a bad idea to let the aztecs go on with all that sacraficing. which is the sennecherib to despoil this light? pile the stars into pyramids the same as skulls. keep a blank expression while you do it for extra trainspotting points.
whatever bedwetting text is falling out of my head. the worms go in, the worms go out, the worms play pinnocle on my snout. even faust's mephistopheles could conjure up better rolls from these dice. i'll close my eyes & concentrate real hard on a seventeen or better (17+). every gunslinger loves a headshot. tumble those bones & i'll tumble those bones.
