The human balloons did not move as fast as the dog or cat balloons and it was a becoming a problem.
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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To us, it is the Outsiders who seem, well, outsized.
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The presence of the nymphs apparently had been concealed by the clouds of pink-orange cotton…
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He walked like a sailor
come on to dry land
after months at sea
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I was barren, stopped carin’ and my tomorrows weren’t promised.
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