This natural tongue got you sprung.

Windy enough to blow the world clean.

The great great man is crying.

The sign blinks to the beat. Neon red. Neon blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue.

It’s time to start shit roll up the carpet and turn up the radio-oh.

A bicycle pump strapped to smelly man’s shoulder.

In a frenzy eyeballs bulging.

Organic chemistry book big enough to smash the world.

My my you look so funny.

Lost in thought the girl doesn’t notice her blinking phone.

So if you’ve got a sibling hotter than you, scream and shout.

I can’t find an old Mexican man. They don’t exist in Tucson.

An asthmatic sperm whale.