The Craziest Thing Ever Written

 The Craziest Thing Ever Written

The craziest thing ever written occurred on the 30th of December,

2009, at 4:49 PM, in Ventura, California, in a small guest house

behind 61 S Coronado. And here it is: monsters in the eye of

Glulock do not occupy the attention of my shit in shorts that could

golumpuly with the familiar in Denmark. Well, that is at least a

snippet of what is to come. The craziest thing ever written, that is.

Is it poetic? Is it just pure alliteration? The emphasis on G perhaps?

Well, then that starts to sound a bit like a musical analysis. What if

we had some more? If flompulus goes over to the mamimbular

collection of tansity and tenacity of the occult demons filing for

divorce in witchlock while the inglory of my midnight soul cocketh

outward in the denim of flakula. Did you lose respect for me? Am I

creative, or just some kind of asshole? Well, this can all be

explained away as just free association of ideas and nincompoops.

But what can not be rationalized are the bits between the madness.

Which madness? One might say the madness betwixt the

gobledeygook, or the madness between the apparently sane words?

Goddamn it! Once and for all: I will explain for you, the hard of

reading: the backtracked flirtatious cock suckers of the future.

(F's...)

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