Bonzo Dog Food, Breakfast Of Champions

Carl Sagan was the spy who shagged me, I was born on the Slave Ship of the Imagination when they shot a hole in the Lazarus Egg with Kliph Spurlock eating the dandelions that sprouted into magic salad, the heatmap before metaphysical Chernobyl displayed on the front page with the dogs and the pussies and the dragon in my garage that only raocow can see. The revolution will be captured on Fraps and uploaded in 144p, the revolution is a goat, you can pick another door but the bodies have already hit the floor, forget it Jake it's /pol/katown, the beer-hall accordion punctured with bullets that crossed dimensions to hit hearts that started the descent of the golden frog, Rare Pepe Deluxe, the putsch drags on, they have gone wild for Mike Doughty and autoerotic asphyxiation, Joshua Conner Moon loves love, she vomited in her space helmet, pink hair to green in 60 seconds, we have weaponized the ping pong paddles and strapped neon to our jumpsuits, ultimate compensation, ultimate Sega OutRun Antichrist cyberpunk girl riding into the sunset, the putsch drags on, we have gathered here today to smoke the beer that kicks our own bucket a few years from now.

Cindy Morgan vs. Carl Benjamin who would win like and subscribe your actions are mechanical become self-winding, smash the clock suck my cock Manny, I found the last visible dog in Robert Pollard's toilet, we descend like Drexciyan divers and we pull the plug and pull the trigger, freedom riders on the garbage truck, to the incinerator, Lotso's rotten heart will never die but crescendo post-rock will in the ancient Chinese secret shop where the mogwai simmer and Confucious say Cultural Revolution start today, a hundred flowers bloom a hundred million Gizmos multiply in water and slowly our monolithic ideology turned to mush, it was nothing but a White Castle box. Harold and Kumar vs. George and Harold who would win like and subscribe, we have reached Terminal 8 Luigi there's nothing left, PERDU, the Enfield Tennis Academy's Eschaton incident re-enacted with Jim Parsons clones, this is not a pigeon this is a goddamn arms race, hunted by Bazooper haunted by Jumanji, keep running, we can outrun cancer, hands and corpses across America, thoughts, prayers, guns, butter, nothing.

Ouroboros of bullets in the sky, who will die first? Flashbacks- Don DeLillo vomiting in a public restroom after a wild party with Pynchon- a memeing comes across the sky- no thoughts, no prayers, just the mouse, his child, and the monkey masturbating to power the engine, his cock tied to a vaster wheel with all of the stars to know his sacrificial cosmic sex, Leslie Fish will never eat lunch in this town again, Schaffrillas banned from ordering from the Argos catalogue, the Eagle has landed, the putsch drags on, the dragon crashing ascendant into the garage door, Amiga beachball whump of foam bat flesh to metal plastic material world, the putsch never came, and the moon is out, and infinity awaits us with beady eyes and atomic thunder, we are all Alpha and Omega today, tonight, as the world dreams its own demise a thousand times in a thousand minds, 2 minutes on the Doomsday Clock, set the controls to Heaven.