Saturn Missiles
Merrily merrily merrily merrily, in a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy, frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly, pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys, bet,, moth into kerosene awful, a caution to straw men lost on vaudeville, a-morally mixing business with 144 dixie whistlers, lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers, nascar bic in his missing fingers, outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers, are you privy to the misadventures, it's electric, meeting in the middle of the street, with a lethally modified piccolo pete, there is admittedly an incredible mystique, to meddling in the reason a city won't sleep, 48 strings of 12, that ring ring ring, whiz bang, jingle bells, and melt bootleg G.I. Joes, to black taffy, classic, fire in the hole backdrafting,fold wild life out of wolf pack wrapping, full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine, TNT plunger in all caps ACME, blast off half of the whole damn mapscreen, no sling no spear, i'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears, who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear, during his what-in-the-fuck-was-i-thinking years, maybe an awkward phase, like his acne and sophomore fade, played, calling all out-of- work action figures, it was death by saturn missiles.