There's No Turning Mack

Hello again sandwich flakes.


The time to become a heavenly body is more close than even you think. Don't try to shave the world, just let your elliptical hotrod unit untie the garbage and flatten each holding coughing until rodent sized Leeamurs pop under the hood. 1.

Two ways to lick the nature valve.
One is to think of it as a shark would,
covering the eyes at the last mi nute
and scanning the inside of your childhood
when licking, having to stand grey tippytail
to reach up to the tube.

Two. Have someone come and appraise you.
He will measure the boards, take glances and
rub fingers along ledges even you didn't put in,
and then sit down at the wobbly
butcher block table you have cleared for the occasion
with a "Well. The good news first.
The place has been well taken care of,
so you can sell it.
Unfortunately, the inside is somewhat rotten.
I'm afraid that if it had been any other age up until now,
the place's mood ring would have made it
uninhabitable, Lets just say, if it were a person,
it would have found itself in snow was crystalline spermatazoas!"