Saturday, January 7, 2023

Writing What The Heart Compels...No, Really

   The Ethiopian doom-folk metal band was rehearsing in the garage while the basketball playing Leprechauns' were fighting their way through dense jungle camouflage 
   Not in anyway distracted by the thirty-four suntanned beauties languishing on the balcony that overlooked the mirage that had been created by the Mayor who could be seen straddling the teardrop fender of an old beat-up Dodge
   Holding a mai-tai and wearing a shirt specifically chosen to accentuate his toughman image by the careful use of the highly stylized calligraphic rendering of the words "One Tough Hombre" wrapped around a dead corsage

   Emblazoned on the front and back, much like the cut and torn pieces of a decollage, to the delight of the esteemed members of the world council governing symbols of status, and much to the chagrin of the international alliance against artificial aspirations.

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