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Running an ice cream empire off
a squadron of fourth-hand bicycles takes
patience and master blaster level pedaling skills.

Skylar Prackelberry could not envision
a professional life of sports in any capacity simply due to
jersey lettering provisions in her forested district combined
with the self-installed lifetime sports ban loan,
she secured at Hopskotch Wands & Kash.

Jiminy Hopskotch hovered above
fear and regret sewer systems but maintained
he would always fund all personal loans
with the redacted rub being layered in
risk factor correlations stitched into applicant options.

Eighty-two thousand for an upstart pickle infused ice cream product
sounded light years away from normal.

Jiminy had a soft spot for rescues allowing Skylar’s loan to be fulfilled
with percentages and number schematics so contrived
the only out would be Mr. Hopskotch
expiring post haste prior to first installment.

Abandoned at nine years spry due to religious sword fighting with
familial flesh units on a faith hike near
the isolated toxic pockets of the Vlasic Wetlands
injected motivational monsoons of pickle taint
across Prackelberry influence dynamics for scrappy Skylar.

By networking with a myriad of Vlasic Wetlands’ abandoned children,
Prackelberry secured distribution routes prior to production of
the trademarked Pickleberry Jinglin Fairy Bar.

Combining nitrous oxide baths with
recycled pickle juice river runoff from Vlasic channels
reduced cost factors enabling the Pickleberry team
to focus sunbeam energies on implementation
of drone delivered ice cream decadence.

Drifting in the haunted shadows of regulatory FDA handcuffs,
Skylar tapped into the mellow hallucinogenic markets
with a smattering of psilocybin
dosed in all spirit jinglin pickle freeze treats.

Savage discounts were offered to mental health facilities
willing to accept the questionable qualifiers
imbedded in the robust Pickleberry mantra,
‘With fairy whips our jinglin chains can bring a freeze to any smile train’.

IMPACTED

My morning drill of
swallowing one sheet of crisp paper
was not for asphyxiation engagement

Purging prose product from the confines
of an impacted soul often requires
a centrifugal force powder keg assist

Razor slices across
agitated linings of esophagus
were a common occurrence prior
to the practice of a quick dip sheet whip
into caffeine droplets affording
slippery dances as opposed to
stabby broken glass jabs

Paper products were imported from Malaysia
due to internal Borneo components intertwined
within their technicolor wheat straw

Costs would never be a factor based on
fantastical spirit word soups that
have flowed out of me on continuum
for almost two decades

A critical roadblock will be line prepping
837,629 saturated sheets of brown cellulose pulp
in order to transport a menagerie
of tainted vocabulary product into
any form which someday
will not only offend with
revolting stench cloud aromatics
but also, with its reach

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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