Out there, far away, are things I cannot detect. Even if I were swimming in the middle of it I wouldn't be able to sense any of it. I'd be a handsome metal fly caught in the great magnet's eye.The great magnet, if it so chooses, takes the form of a man when it decides to intervene with our pitiful human affairs. He appears different in the minds of everyone. Some see him as an overweight ex-con trying to earn a bachelor's in divinity, others will see him as a bearded stamp collector who seeks but will never find the 1942 commemorative stamp featuring Amelia Earhart being eaten by a barracuda as she flies over the Indian ocean.
I see the great magnet as a beautiful man who realized long ago that inside his chest beat the heart of a woman. He saved all the money he could for five years in order to pay for hormones and surgery. The great she/man/magnet now has an hourglass figure and the finest tits the cosmos could grow. She now wears a scarf to conceal the spot where the adam's apple used to sit in her throat. One day she appeared to me with a heavenly tenor.
"Watch Escape from L.A."
I did and have never regretted for a moment doing so. That's all the proof you skeptics need that there exists something beyond Disneyworld and that secret film of Glenn Beck raping and murdering a young girl. Oh ye of little faith...
June I take this show to the road. Meet me at the following locations for casual sex and an amateur leech cleansing: Here, there, everywhere but somewhere bare.
If things get rough there's always someone you can count on to smooth things out. The little voice in your head that tells you to 'riot in the fucking streets.' His words are wise, his face is weird if you can manage a glance at the little bastard.
Go now and do great things.
The image was created by Payam Sharifi who spell-check is certain spelled his name wrong.
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