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// pink spheres of expanding happiness |
Yeah! Just a minute ago, in my driveway... the thing looked peaceful and cute. It was a cloud... a marshmallow? What the fuck was it? It hopped around muttering of its malevolent soul. I tried to help it. It wanted nothing more than to see my integrity; it wanted to see my spirit glowing with light. Crawling into my tailpipe twas its sole objective. The frothing secretions lubricated a narrow cavern allowing a slippery escape into the bowels of my car. The little fucker expanded... growing from my own suspicion.
What's this? An iron clad circumcision rabbit, distorting Gumby from within Willy Wonka's own Vomitron? A puff of my tylonol embraced, heated bendy straw projects his vulnerabilities on a cellular level. Oxygen is its weakness? It's being exposed to oxygen as we speak. No! It's breathing those small replicas of tapeworm extrapolation. A floating environment for itself. Don't hit the detonator little one! Stay away from that lever my sweet bunny!!
Throbbing through the tailpipe, with gas now coming out in clumps, the happiness expansion had begun. Internal organs sprinkled downward over the asphalt and oil stains. Poor little sphere. A kidney, some stringy adhesive, the little heart, beating... like an s-less skittle making a selfless indentation, compression on our free air; this is our most undermined luxury. A sudden explosion fell into lower level shockwaves. The soul of this pink creature grinning mischievously. Splattering endoplasmic masses splurging life from the limbs of neo-heaven. A new breed of life surfacing to the crust. Exploding Nissan particles developed from seconds of pandemonium leave an impact on the goo surrounding ground zero.
Iron clad rabbit: ruler of my driveway, ruler of the world that was just been spawned.
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