Wednesday, June 4, 2025

The symphony salute

  was realism.  Daily Dose OF TRUTH.

  "I honestly can't tell you." 

  "They can." 

  "Can what, exactly?" 

  Confirm. 

  All the viles and ode du toilets had been smashed with a sword larger than any on record.

  We'd had to establish sleeping patterns and routines to keep up qith being sick to death of chasing fucking SPACE PEOPLE all over the wretched UNIVERSE.

  "You could say," Sherry unfocused on the rosary beads and collected her emotions into composure. 

  "What could they say?" A false madonna knelt without kneeling.  "Mother Elizabeth needs to know." She whirled on ballerina feet to kiss the leading man.

  But this time a real Commander ordered  something like


  "Don't unscroll them until I, we, arrive." 


  "We really don't know.  Father, this man is

             a throat was slit 

Sideways

Not good 

Must've been a different flight

  A child let himself fall out of a trench coated "suit" and he joined other tree frogs.

  "This isn't gambling yet." The grated floor fell away.

  "It splices the skin off their faces

  feces, the little

  "Vie diar we wook as dennis the menaces?"

  "Here stick this up it's ass."  Our Mother fumbled through the purse to find a stuffie.  It just happened to be pinky.


  In order too....

  The Jetson mobile had let us know: red sky at night, drift

  Pinky Patrol

  Turned up more evidence that would be made irrelevant unless

  "Maybe

  not real commies?

  Sinbads?

  "Someone focus this fu

  His own mother kicked the other team's player in the shins.  Sister Rose Immaculatta Krud blew the whistle.

  Total deafness in that ear now.

  FUUUUUUUUDGE the boy said instead

  Someone more like a generator was still training us all out of a crater that caused a flood near Boston's Harbor Light.

  "Pick up the pontoon toys." 

  "I will, but I'm confused.  What sort of mimi golf card is this chores list writ

  "This is becoming a pain in my arse." 

  People being plucked out of the wild turkey pits.  But it hadn't explained the BPT HELIes.

  "That was us again," the mirror image of someone told the wrong someone of The Fuck Up.










 


  




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