Sharpening of cine-molecular machetes, grooming of andalusian dogs and QWERTY keyboard at hand typing blindly as fast as you can, as fast as you can press the buttons, visual projectiles go careening into the crowd…or so it is written on the whisps of a Hertzian currrent:
20 S.E. 8th, Portland, Earth
2 Comments
1 Intervoltaic Lefty wrote:
Per 2nd: Poor sickened Pere Secundus pears absconded STOP Appears stuck in second gear for fear he’ll hear her purrs the second time STOP Not here they’ll hear STOP No fear its in her purse the sack and tome STOP Can’t come home STOP Its hurts he rent the car in two STOP Accelerate at meet her Hertz Square STOP Dare to stare at that hare there there STOP Gravity bends backwards through half-eaten paste lime STOP Monkeys still have not reached the soliloquy keystrokes yet FULL STOP
2 Electromagnetic Archaeologist wrote:
The electrons must flow!!