This is the story of a lopsided way of thinking about the whole wide singular Thing; yes it’s been driven with Chaosticity and spilling over with over-emotional oceans of CreAtIve folly amidst THIS utterly honed-IN and untrained FOLKlore, in-D-E-E-D / they cleverly SEEM to have taped themselves
(and their hardness of mind) to the artistic awareness of the
Shyest system known: to AnyONE and their father’s brother’s inescapably insatiABLE mother… … “WHAT?”
GRANDmother, be dAmEd… to utter airborne folklore!!! “And of NO-other;”
These born-again and again AND aGAIN men and all-abOUT-town woMEN- yes, cross-dressers(..)
Are n-o-t-h-i-n-g if not utterly impossible to decipher deceptively between —-
Which of their neighbours bAcK$ to $cathe((AND $cratch)) ALL IN AID —
Of u-t-t-e-r-l-y purposeful AND PROmiscuous OVERindulgences: we do. not. wish. to. HAVE. to. deal. with. ANYONE. else. AT-ALL. any-MORE (!)
Than they do we..
Are THESE PRETTY-In-PiNk people and a-c-t-i-n-g as though these
.. decidedly decoRATED, deCODED individuals
Who w-i-l-l dirty themselves IN THE MUDDIEST OF MUDS ON eARTh and DUEL their way to the happiest deathtrap kNOwn to ANY, a-n-y, ANNNY(!!) man.
Worth their weight in Petrifying intelligence— .
