Once Upon A Time
a dirty bag
was inside a
giant watering can
spraying milk throughout
ravenous fiends fields
of golden shit
in pregnant mosquitos.
The menstruating skies
were raining blood
through the lacerated
notepapers of doom
from the guidebook
of twilight's hammer
inside raped angels
mouths. The guidebook
was erasing itself.
A vinyl disc
wasn't being played.
The vinyl and
an angry cassette
were arguing about
The immensity of
the cassettes's reels.
Suddenly, CDs appeared
linked by a
a spiritual bond
of dark energy
antimatter quantum states.
A dog appeared.
The CDs disappeared.
The objects suddenly
caught on fire
and burnt down.
The fire was
dancing in the
moonlit forest wind
consumed with nature
and hot sensations
like an orgasmic
Sea of Dirac.
The burning ballet
of blazing flames
consumed by fire
got lonely and
was poured down.
The Dead army
of the living
undead zombies died.
The bananas rot!
And the apples fought
the windows lot.
Angel tears started
watering the forest's
dried trees and
badgers and mushrooms,
which spawned miracles.
Sins were purged.
The free encyclopedia
charged the angels
with fees, so
they could feign
to be good,
because they really
are bad feigners
and bad boys
were slain by
good boys, after
a satanic decree
turned the world
into stinky jellyfishes
to dominate the
heavens above and
heavens down, and
so atheist birds
shit and died.
The fetid corpses
were then eaten,
with horrified screams,
and regurgitated again
in violent spasms
of demental pain
consumed by hatred
and self pity.
THE END.
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