lesstripperz

you could take every word bono said and turn that inside out and mash it up with some peas and heat it at 100 degrees Celsius.. consume an auntie annes pretzel while waiting on your dumb ass friend at mrs. fields… refresh your senses with a deep clean pore strip and revise the sentences of a shamanistic tribesmen with a needle and bread. sit there. digest. rehash. shamelessly cycle through the life cycles with a bicycle and enter slums with cash. pursuit is only as close to being volatile as the sun is volatile. HOW DID YOU DO THAT?? say the voices in my head! HOW?? i respond with eloquent grin and befall my large stature with ice cubes and cartwheel into a car full of virgin prostitutes who had been working wall street for the past couple years. i lean to the driver and ask where we are headed with which he responds “who SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HEADING” moaning brilliance and short handed linking of backdoor mis-en-scene all collectively calmed my senses from the cool breeze that had been hovering above a small mint i detached from the pocket of airport security. insecurity is a form of reelection which charges teammates with a will win attitude which gives me the opportunity to speak clearly with my friend who has been on lunch break after being busted all morning to get the campaign officer reports into the final spreadsheet. there is only one person who knows my name. and i think you know its you.