holy crap... so its a bloody bloody bloody mary shame the shape of my condition but hey its flesh... if you don't fat it up once in a while how will you ever know the flavor of the poison... vice that is... no not v-ice, v-ice... and just-ice... are entirely different things... get it right... ice... no? just-ice... oh... ice... against the g-rain... lets just ride big-wheels and thank old neighbor men for government cheese...
I hear your groan of dissolution, disquiet, and destitution… time-warp 1988… a girl… a gypsy girl… with red hair… dreams of becoming someone other than any mere mortal... and she organizes her henchmen… the vile henchmen we all can be… and then she strikes, like a hole in a pocket… trades her last name Escamillo for the city… San Diego…
Oink… tags big as box trucks… kids… gangs… pocket change… I’ll lend you a dime... its right here in my pocket… with my silver tea service… wait what?! There is a hole in my pocket and I was on my way to the bank… curses and tones of blur… bleep… and innuendo of bleep…. It’s a shallow sound that leans in close enough to pluck one of those strings… *

*keep it classy...