Three word recap I found a big hat on my bus seat adjacent to Christ who seemed to be blowing bubbles from his ass in a most beguiling manner that reminded me of DJ Danger Mouse.→[More:]

Though he ate burnt popcorn with caramel apple drizzle, which didn't excuse the way his iPod was blaring, his hand shook when he grasped a paperback copy of Der Nibelungen, which I always heard subliminally concealed a dirty limerick.

My eyes wandered to a mime who spoke aloud of the injustice my mother said was a farce.

Looking back at high school years I remember smoking that stuff we found underneath the discarded Post magazine.

Christ would've loved the way furries scurried up his feet of clay only to bite his sandy footprints.

Do you fancy sneaking a peek behind the curtain of the Wizard?

He only bites if you don't heed his grandiose requests for budgetary, or else you will be sorry.

There's a rift beneath Los Angeles and a vortex in the heart of the Midwest, both named Boom-Boom, like my Aunt, the famous retired acrobat with enormous political ideals about bridges to nowhere, leading to rampant infections in our tunnels of doom.

Once, in a fit of pique, I swallowed several incontinent tropical fish and ever since I pee when I see the size of that (red tropical heat) pair of pants.

Satan told me, "Jesus love you, but I respect men named Julio."

Empiricism sometimes has vintage port and the trappings of chunky peanut butter.

I shouldn't have shot that teenager, but he smelled. Not to mention wore Brut. He must have been fishing for trout too many times.

So tell me when all the wildflowers bloom.

I'm thinking of a number between one and two but less than The End. Thank you!