The Gorko Gazette

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Smokes La Roque felt the blue marshmallows were the loftier of the two marshmallows whereas the pink sugar sponge mouth bangers tethered one to the landscapes of reality when giving in to their transcendental magnetic pulse surges.

Flight sensations seemed to be embedded in the color scheme of the blue but Smokes La Roque could not bother with foolish distractions or focus group experimentation when it came to dreaming.

Mindless rigors of pseudo work pushed Smokes La Roque further and further into intensified dream escapes which often occupied 17 hours in most of his days.

Smokes had a stable of bossy unicorns he maintained in multiple wonder-boxed dream worlds saturated with escapism. Dream life was the preferred life for Smokes La Roque who congratulated himself on developing a crafty circus he could thrive in.

In the physical world, Smokes La Roque was a bonsai plant breeder. His nomadic lifestyle combined with a semi-psychotic admiration for plants, seeds, and cloning berthed SCRAPPERS.

SCRAPPERS was a hair recycling farm that cultivated loose scraps of human or animal hair from various locales in society. This purely non-profit aspect of the business built itself up to slither money from one treehouse to another but Smokes La Roque was not called La Roque to showcase he was a cowardly lion. Smokes La Roque was beastly beyond reproach.

Magical bonsai whispers were expensive chants Smokes La Roque feathered across paying customers’ recluse bonsai warriors or plants needing a little encouragement. This new world of thinking was organic billing soaring in the extreme categories.

SCRAPPERS needed the hair to keep money streams populated with grants and special assistance in redacted zones of entitlement.

Smokes La Roque challenged local ordinances blending animal hair with human hair to increase tonnage hoping this might lead to the largest of the trophies given by City Hall. Smokes La Roque walked a fragile tightrope between reality and fiction, often believing non-fiction stood for make-believe.

Barbershops, pet cemeteries, senior centers, morgues, and corporate cleaning services would donate hideous pounds of hairy DNA into the sweaty palms of Smokes so he could dump charge sunshine halos over his narcissistic grin box collecting admiration spittle and hand slap clap grenades from an orchestrated hologram depicting riotous gangs of onlookers.

Running a not-for-profit took its toll when Smokes La Roque choked while edging buttery discounts found in covert loopholes triggering testosterone agents from everywhere to paraglide next door to his sativa-enriched studio.

One issue with the nomadic lifestyle is the chill vibrations marinating within a nomad. Smokes La Roque had developed a mild addiction to colored marshmallows. Blue remained his preferred color based on ascension or perhaps the male-female stigma, nobody knows.

In the ‘PM’ or Pre-Marshmallow days, Smokes La Roque went by the name Peter Bippity Bop where he riddled his atrophied body with Boston Baked Beans secured in tiny cardboard packaging. In those freckle-fart days of youth Peter’s aka Smoke’s nickname was B3 or B to the third power which he took as a punch to the gut every time he heard these.

It was in those dark PM moments when Smokes developed his current alter ego, Smokes La Roque.

Sativa clouds shapeshifted a misfired life once locked in carnauba wax bean prisms now cool guyed out allowing Smokes La Roque to emerge as a fearless drug cowboy who drifted patchouli hurricanes when his scuffed boots kissed dirt.

Lipstick runway cheerleaders blossomed when touched by sweat droplets air-launched by Smokes La Roque. Groundhogs held parades celebrating Smokes La Roque’s effortless dance with nature.

The twist and ultimate stroke poke upending Smokes La Roque’s eternal happiness gamble was notched into the improper classification of business apparatuses when SCRAPPERS listed a synthetic, multi-holed vibrating pleasure honeycomb, referred to as ‘The Sticky Holedusa’, as a stapler on government boredom audit papers.

Today, many have suggested blue marshmallows will continue to evoke gentle wisps of peace or lightheadedness if you eat enough to trigger a wicked sugar high.

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