This blog and its companion site are restricted to
eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to
characters herein would be coincidental. All names
are hashed from alphabetical dice cubes and lead into
virtual worlds associated in the mid term future.
(Mehetelo City. Happy hour at the Electric Eel Bar
and Dance. Cindy has splashed a cocktail across
dixie yankee quisling Corporal Jack's shirt, after
making a wrongful accusation, and both girls have
left the bar in a huff.)
Jack - There's something wrong with that girl
however sweet looking she might be.
(The bartender turns his attention to Crybaby, the
rehabilitated cannibal with motor neurone disease
who wears wooden dentures. Crybaby croons.)
a study toward sonnet #1,543 by FisherKingKQJ
Sharp creased, tie clip wearing wiry Yichi,
On his face looks of frightful blissed out lour,
His dogteeth are rolled gold sparks, less sour,
His diamond cufflinks white on cream agree.
I pinched a window seat offpeak to see
The ankle high sharkskin boots with clicking cower,
To get a woozy whiff of cologne overpower,
Those promises of marks about to be.
Esup binge barf boozer, Vep broke broker
Francois faux tramp, Atjo halfarse whore-
Some among the many this young joker
Has sorted silkily on point shave score.
He's dapper dolled, the only freelance thug,
His sayso, he puts your tie straight or snug.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 thug
o $10,000,000 bully
o $10,000,000 standover
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