MUNGO
Her name was not Mungo. This name was stickered to her by Machismo, her lover/pimple popper. Mungo was selected because it was more thrilling to say than Beth. Mungo and Machismo were considered ‘condiment-poor’. Living inside cemented pockets straddling freeway lines, ziplined into downtown Los Angeles, enhanced their perceptions about reality.
Meth cocktails provided wakey-wakey superpowers with additional hallucinations tossed in for silly fun. Machismo reconfigured stolen shopping carts into monster rail cars capable of impaling aggressors. This was a covert business venture that relied on word-of-mouth agitators spinning barter opportunities over to Machismo.
Machismo bartered for any level of edible food product Mungo could flip into rhapsody. Mungo had taken a vow of silence hours before meeting Machismo one Summer sweat day near the 405. Perfection would not be achieved as looks would be skewed based on the benefit achieved within the relationship. Muted bliss was a luxury afforded to few, so Mungo’s physical representation suffered.
Machismo loved all, but he especially loved those hot rail rock breakfasts coupled with love dump morning soup brigade aerobics involving Mungo as screamer transport marathons clogged audio airwaves for a high percentage of their days.
The best part of living in Machismo’s world was the exclusion of mundane chimmy chatter tethered into some relationship roman candle featurettes. KillerKarts would be Machismo and Mungo’s nest egg for the nine brat snarky smiles that seemed to be endlessly popping out of Mungo every time she failed at stifling a giggle.
Dreams were seeded in concrete, and Machismo was seeded in glory.
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.
Artwork by Wallbanger
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