It dawned on the Eggnog that it missed its home planet. It got that HIV-positive shine – it was sick but radiant, was collapsing like a chin in glitter. On the other hand it could always dance. Sort of. Well, with a fast finger you could easily buy a few Salsa Rarities on Monster’s toast.
In the garage, the coolant sat still with its venereal warts. Every day so far this has been its petty thrill – its Junk In Catholic Trinket. The Boink’s Carbolic Shrink-It. As seen on cleaning products: that very specific gleam on its Chain link.
Played chicken with Borg Mobile™ home. Demand froze for banana fiber’s ‘Candle In The Wind.’ As sung by Steppenwolf, who chanted ‘I never asked for a Japanese divorce under Brash stars’ Milky Cow.’ Written by Wasp Clash Tennis racquet. The D-minor soul-cry of very on-grid toilet paper.
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