[Gabe Puratekuta]

My friend world eat every single piece of tangy, slippery slop on rye bread. It was rainy when her mom asked her why she likes blue marbles and jumping like a frog on the slimy river the was dirty like mustard caviar. She jumped into so many paperclips that she found naughty pixies dancing naked and shimmying it repeatedly toward Ralph with fire grenades ready, and glasses of uranium potatoes with sulfur seasoning pork anuses. They sneezed loudly and