Pretending Without a License

Yellow came in thru the nasal cavity of the CD player with eyes of fire locked in deep embrace with the off spring of brain damaged hyena and a dump truck with a bad transmission talking to the man who wore a red smell that permeated the entire cartoon and won the award for being the best tree on top of the head of the glass cage that confined the thoughts of the sun rising in the mourning in the shape of a man with no pot to smoke his piss in through an opening monologue about the end of all known and unknown pan shots of a man failing to make the last payment on his martyrdom.