Therapeutic yellow night tremor stirs the cauldron of my skullcap hamlet
Just in time, a driver of drunken mule haricots arrived ending the debate
Klingon energy weapons fired in me from cloaked secret, I dodged and torpedoed with my liquefy gut cannon
Charming weapons of the enemy never wake the true sprit of murder
Drawn and layered in barnacle cream soda ray gun can can dancers
I postulate a postage infraction when desk jockey rainbow detectives snap shots of me bending over lady liberty in her best summer sunday sundress
Jerkily the captain ordered all hands on deck to flee in panic from the sunburned nuclear harpoon morning
I declined and went back in for some more liberties
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