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Click hereYellow 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.
you come up with the most unique and original ideas BD!
kisses,
~LB~
I really like this piece. Your style always captures my mind and takes it on a journey. The stream of consciousness word play you put out here gives us a peek into our own souls and makes me wish for everything all at once. Thanks for sharing this with us.
like a pair of new jeans...framed into a nice shapely body...clever and witty ...like the style...blue
Had to catch my breath after that one. Jam packed imagery in a finely tuned delivery. Thanks Bill
that was way to much DADA <GRIN> A CARTOON POEM? either way this was one wild literary journey <ty b>