Things happen every day that you just
don't hear about. Like the other day
Grover & me was hangin out eatin
satanic koala meat with Elvis, like they say,
& alluvasudden 4 equal parts
heathen butler guts & spew-boogers errupt all
outta everthing like we was sposed
ta re-understand the northern lights
as actual rat-incisor transmissions from end-table lamps
& shit-- Grover didn't have his camcorder
& I didn't have my ass. So, I don't know.
Wal-Mart is like Alpha team re-assigned from Tukwila?