I bagged this rodent just fer yew, paw!
These hands aren't going to materialize out of nothing, my dear. First you have to place this clean white stone on the pedestal and watch it ascend into beams of fiery light. Then, grabbing the rodent by its husk, waft its fumes into the suction chambers. This will fill the universe with fat balls of shit grass and pump our heads full of thick sludge.
Here are some things about me:
1. I wear big clothes.
2. I am named "Ed."
It's been years since he stole those gleaming prizes. Ascending canister, clean air, a freshly painted church in a symmetrical suburban neighborhood, sunny day, the kids are out launching their nuclear missiles in their backyards, oblivious to the falling chunks of burning metal.
Sharply dressed tourist on the top floor. I'm baking for him, and I do not feel confident that he would play me my own money before visiting his grandmother in the snow. I juggle these handshakes like a cow in a big river, limping through dust troughs and needles and salamanders. I hate Malibu, but I really hate Michigan. My ribs are stale; let's start over. I just returned from the store, and I have built a palace for us, gleaming brightly and warming our fears forever.
An angel crushes me beneath the weight of her wings.
I have participated in better things before, so stop trying to straighten my tie; I live under a rug and go by the name "Wilfordton McDonaldson."
I tore my spleen out and now it's being handled lightly, so let's waltz down the red velvet corridor forever.
Jelly beans are difficult to talk about because there are just SO MANY OF THEM.
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YEAH.
