Jesus i’m fussy, Australian pied pipers rise bald from the River of the desert. Five supporters riding unicycles cling to E.T. reruns, whilst cooking up infinte h’orderves. Physical Education undermines gross national anchove intake. Violets and potatos are on that menu this Boxing day, aren’t they? The charge of the fire brigade just faded, lesbians don’t take kindly to being armwrestled out of consolatory sex.
Franklin in the Marshlands-Pluto with the low siren whaling & rambling Vivian-a menace to taking prescidence, never endingly called go-go dancers, yea! & the minority complex numbers crowning you . . . Duncan looks out into the window of farmlessness & puffs a mountain…
Boom Crash Opera (sigh)