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RODENTIA BOMBERS

Stuck zippers flash their fire spark magic
during inappropriate moments riddled with
spastic uncertainty centered around restroom drip drops

Seething with pestering bouts of angina intercut with gout,
Chortle Tickeltock welcomed the
Fran Tarkenton Donkey Basketball Tournament
which descended upon the Gypsum Valley Fairgrounds in
a fuzzy season preceding a particular year

Chortle would avoid food products contributing to his daily demise
until the rabid donkey thunder-pumped floorboard trotters arrived at a pop-up gym
stuffed with screaming fart faces waving sloppy banners
painted by aggressive fans jinglin for romantic escapism

Normalcy moments spotlighted boredom for the bearded Tickeltock
who longed for basketball stages where he could unleash
the rampage food warriors restrained within

Cigar boxes regurgitating heightened hospital health restrictions
resonated in Chortle Tickeltock’s hickory-scented vessel
while he corralled exotic foodstuffs into jammy zipper zones
running serpentine patterns throughout his customized raincoat

Frown-hole dynamics sounded obnoxious
cow belled alarm sequencers when Holly Hobby
took it upon her pigtailed form by alerting polyester chainsaws
of weekend shock substitutions with food products in a town
that continued violating the off-putting process involving
consumption of bar soap to clean their guts

Flagrant disasters disguised as scrumptious protein shakes
throttled FDA armies into issuing 27 heinous food violations
when jasmine-infused Rodentia bombers
trickled across secret food truck menus
plastered throughout this gimmicky hee-haw circus
crushing the one sun worry-free digestion day
Chortle Tickeltock had that unceremonious glitch in time

Ensalada De La Boca

Working as a waitress at a cocktail bar was not only a smile sun drop into a velvety rock ballad but also the money slap spot Sabreena found herself in. Sab was extra sauce which demanded bedazzling every scrap of life dancing out of elicit shadow worlds including the double-letter screamer forming her name.

This dainty strawberry cowgirl would never discover the salacious past of the grounds she now pushed her weight upon. The disappointed floors on which she chirped for tips shared ghost moments with her in an innovative drive-thru operation featuring spiked salad shooters and was hot sauce magic across nine cities somewhere. Spirulina was blended with vanilla extract shots for those morning alcohol commutes needing a depth charge super joy kick in the ass.

Ensalada De La Boca was erected in three weeks, complete with a change of ownership and name from the once enchanting BANGERS, which thrived atop the same concrete slabs for 40 months.

BANGERS was car hop bedlam strapping slippery vixens to Rollerblades to assist with running flash food service to horny riders craving skewered beef poles on dream-like arrival via lipstick candy sex flowers with names like Haute Loads, Elusion, or Full Release.

The drive-up mostly male customers were encouraged to wear the BANGERS complimentary pig mask menus in their vehicles after the simplified 1,2, or 3 ordering process which when worn would trigger an onslaught of hee-haw smackdown audio battle cries from a surround sound system initiating complex crop dustings of jinglin payment tokens careening into saucy waitresses who forced smiled through sweat shifts while engaged in multiple BANGERS choreographed roller skating masterpieces with sparklers. Polyester frown officials decorated BANGERS with their final red-flag shutdown orders following an influx of evidence implicating BANGERS with illegal (fill in the blank) distribution. Select sausage dinners were stuffed with an array of drug cocktails for product launches in lower Regina by bored shift workers who donated all the illicit drug money received to The Benny Hill Show fan club.

ABOUT THE ARTIST

Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.

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