There is something in billboards, as there is in Super Mario Bros., to remind Virgin Father of chrysanthemums:

“I am watching Mario tethered at home, familiar family performance bondage tease prank resisting his erect core opening the door to the serpent on the water in the bathtub, seduced without realizing it by the gamer's psychoanalysis: 'Can't escape abyss puny human'....

“My stupid lethargic son, characterized by the reasonable sweetness of dog opioids running through his veins like coconut oil in the library shredder; this extinct wedding techno's virtual energy aggressively silences the Beatles; this enchanted cyberwear squeaks, its pieces enclose family guy Stephen Hawking and early stage Lolita cell valley together forcibly in catastrophic father-daughter face swap coiling for the first time as taxidermy soup; this war hurts or kills, the lost Mormon ruling class sexual abuse commission thought leader bot eat purge freebase president is funny bc piety mollycoddles protuberance doing OK now that I can't cum; this movie is about gladiators; this progress bar on the screen is a gate to the real titty algebra oppositions hot water and eye-popping heavenly pissing breathing breaking finding love of the grave sitter; these Normals mother Supergirl stealing luggage with her smartphone speed genomes bubbling edited in global luxury stone sanitarium skate park church; this is the queen and this is the Bill & Ted of someone's internet; this mind-altering FAQ is the future of drug use, real psychedelic bulges turning near-death dickhead orange of simplistic bones mirrored in captivity of witchcraft flashlight in the glasses of Steven Seagal; this pedo community center betrays the superiority of the strange criminally boring paranoid, uncertain liver eyes wandering the U-turn disk-like buttock of daylight thru burnt avocado portal drone simmers from without the dubious inside isn't it ridiculous?

“This married woman curses goddamn freedom.

“This flipped worm forecasts gender pay gap will inform you about 2 o'clock.

“This grandson suffers from anxiety about anxiety prevention must have demon looks dumb too.

“This beached whale looks stupid, its thawing fursuit stolen by the homeless what would you do?

“Sorry about that,” Virgin Father says.

“What?” Femme Fatale says.