474 Words of Psychotic Rambling

Cuckoo at the Zoo. Time to Waddle. Little Riddle. Bubble-Bobble. Survival.

Let’s Keep Moving

In mind, a sphincter hole sees benevolent angels on the dance floor. It awakens and interprets fifteen languages that dictate every next move of anonymous weasels. There is a lurker (penis) there too, glowing red with sonic vibrations escalating, like a manual transmission — harder than an AP Biology exam. Waiting to dock, General…