CHEEBACILLIN
Cheeba Sinsemilla brought the heat to oatmeal paste yawn days
whereas most generations absorb shit sandwiches, Cheeba was determined
to change the mundane with his organic cloud dynamics.
Ass Crack Inventions, Ltd. was the wonder fun smile factory Cheeba
had magically engineered over a tumultuous nineteen years
while shadow puffing along as its lead stoner conductor,
self-appointed scientist and resident mayor.
‘Meditation hibernation’ was a frown sticker applied
to Cheeba for his personal life path choice in
living a galaxy far away from
polyester soul depletion boxes or
carpet-lined competition commission prisons.
Cheeba found infinite solace nestled in a solar panel oasis pocket somewhere adjacent the Salton Sea.
Cheeba Sinsemilla cloned sativa joy plants in the scorch sun
of Mother Nature’s dry death grip
while double dip invoicing himself for a multitude of
zany ideas designed to uplift a lucid marketplace
populated with burnt-out life vessels.
Blueberry Nightshade scented undergarments
were patented by the ACI imaginative design team
back in the early nineties and had been
the critical cash infusion gypsy allowing ACI an opportunity to
relocate from their groundbreaking shady crack den in New Hampshire
to the current Mecca Lecca high levels enjoyed today.
Most slipstream blueprints Sinsemilla had dancing into development
operated in blazed circus paint theaters
oozing with lips, tits, ass, or pleasure-whipped lipsticked themes.
Cheeba was an open-minded cheer splash entrepreneur
like any sativa-inhaling spirit
which enabled harbingers of creativity
an opportunity to flood like lavender-scented bong water
(another Cheeba Creation) throughout
Cheeba’s plush strawberry cough landscapes of eye-popping wow.
Followers of Cheeba celebrated his
patchouli party smoke riddle circles
mainly for the generous grab satchels issued upon
departure from any ACI-sponsored miracle blessing.
Frisky flesh productions soon gravitated within
ACI’s hotbox fiesta billable pipelines.
B-movies were digitally improvised
seizing with unrestrained swinger parades under the
moonlit star-driven landscapes of nothingness.
For as long as a sun remains in smokeable sky,
showstopper ideas will tease across the
sedentary dream zones found throbbing within
the modest one who secretes the rarest of all
hypnotic seduction drugs, Lord Cheebacillin.
JAMMY JUMPERS
In today’s frantic world of two-faced personality shenanigans there has emerged a healthy allotment of whimsical lies. The wizards at Jinglin Jammers, Ltd. have developed a vitamin masking agent that can jam target energy formations threatening any human being in all capacities while also providing a somewhat illegal level of dopamine into bleak sad pants soldiers who are often easily manipulated.
Destructive noise interference is blanketing the universe’s once holistic bird chirp peace environment. From death metal fire ballads to the oddly specific air belches of the silly village donkey boy crushing his vintage bike honk horn against sidewalks while peddling one-dollar slushie syrup ice cups to freckled street urchins; the acoustical traffic is overwhelming.
The almost toxic distraction muting agent found in the pill formation currently offered features a feather-dusting of blueberry-cocoa powder while Jinglin Jammers dragon-designed mini kegs are infused with marionberry juice including optional snap-off Dragon sunglasses for an additional $975.
Underground off-Broadway JAMMY JUMPER testing was assumed to be performed on a battalion of mannequins without any loss of plastic or fiberglass. Redundant storage facilities are brimming with a plethora of dot matrix reports which will be substituted as reputable supporting legal intel in the event of mudslinging from jealous litigious poopy pants parties.
Jinglin Jammers, Ltd. believes the organic goodness of their products seizes control of audio barbed filters in human flesh vessels allowing for dream-state silencing of all external existence.
A thirty-eight-level pyramid scheme subscription package is included with all first orders which will remain free with obligations but include a choice of seven fun, semi-erotic, scratch-and-sniff sticker kits. In corporate meeting notes scrawled onto a weathered Etch A Sketch, this was memorialized as a symbolic “tip of the hat” to the Pied Piper.
Jinglin Jammers, Ltd. understands addiction and has engineered its product lines to diminish the noise from its competitors like the savvy nicotine and caffeine conglomerates. JAMMY JUMPERS are not only delicious but also highly addictive. The company’s public relations narrative infers that “a massive amount of milligrams from undetermined spiritual energy genies is festering in our sustainable swallow inventions”.
Hope sewn into profits has been fulfilled faster than expected due to an unshunned superstar family member of Jinglin Jammers, Ltd. having a paternal mustached unit lodged within a specialized Fastrack branch of the FDA.
Gratuitous Kentucky bourbon barrel sampling tours coupled with an infinite supply of JAMMY JUMPERS bribes released the governmental shackles from the normal humdrum time-consuming regulatory security snare holes most flesh smiles needed to cannonball through.
There is a legitimate possibility of hearing loss with just one JAMMY JUMPER which Jinglin Jammers, Ltd. states would happen just as easily if a dragonfly flew into your ear. Their motto “JAMMY JUMP THE NEGATIVES” has been an anthem for positivity since the inaugural launch in 2022.
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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