LINES FOR HEAVY HOSTELLERS
A verbal grotesquerie that doesn't include the fin chickens picking in the deep.
No fooforah neither. Imagine that, a list of tactics, peed in a Scottish mudpatch.
No chortling, knock the ball-eyed serfs. You're an angel of facial geometries, Schnickelfritz.
Sticks to your gumshoe covered in glue. Their parking spot mentioned.
Straight, no motorcade,
from the keys to the chasms.
Surviving that's wild.
The enticements of the poultry business.
The bright orange smoke of the sozun berry, dessert of choice among the islanders.
Arteries stretched taut over a frozen satellite dish.
Picaresque: by the Powers of Greystoke, Miss Scratchy Tenderburger, this is also a burglar alarm!
Come see my garden of shiny pearls. Located in the western quadrant.