Pain stops neither at the noon shine nor at the disparate
Italian breakdowns. Graffiti pocks the nether-reaches
of Ninja Kitty City; nightgowns on putative dog-lovers
skirl around dear Martini-Man. He was only here to snap
at Zero, so why the long face of a red bat draped over
Owl Bird’s lone ornament? The true story plummets like a
Valentine over your sour face (erstwhile lying in the gutter
like freewheeling fiction). Evidence of each broken pigeon
mounts like hail-dents on taxibots. Is it a forced evasion?
This, only a mere flicker of the plot, and still no leads on
Murder Girl. Falling into yet another true story I am only
[jerking]. Our express bus has yet to arrive and these words
collapse yet atop the garish clouds onto the sullen harpies
because they are not super-intellectual. Ninja! Kitty! City!
Italian breakdowns. Graffiti pocks the nether-reaches
of Ninja Kitty City; nightgowns on putative dog-lovers
skirl around dear Martini-Man. He was only here to snap
at Zero, so why the long face of a red bat draped over
Owl Bird’s lone ornament? The true story plummets like a
Valentine over your sour face (erstwhile lying in the gutter
like freewheeling fiction). Evidence of each broken pigeon
mounts like hail-dents on taxibots. Is it a forced evasion?
This, only a mere flicker of the plot, and still no leads on
Murder Girl. Falling into yet another true story I am only
[jerking]. Our express bus has yet to arrive and these words
collapse yet atop the garish clouds onto the sullen harpies
because they are not super-intellectual. Ninja! Kitty! City!
