i_lost_my_jenny_camaro_to_the_lake paste! i saw my great dragon shooting lemonade out of its face. it was fun and stupid. through all the commotion i understood that i wasn’t being honest with myself so i reached behind my neck for the freckle that could shut down my biofunctions. when i collapsed, the bank that i was standing on (was robbed!) fell into the lake and i electrocuted myself. the fish were all very upset. especially when they saw my great dragon detach from my body and chase them through sludge and shallow water and through the deep of the lake where the missing boat rested along with its crew who were moaning through skeletal smiles. moans the color of painted fire. the fish had shotguns and it wasn’t even 8 pm. water was everywhere in that lake, water so heavy that even peanut butter couldn’t tie its shoe. the patrol team showed up, counted the malfunctions, and quickly disappeared. life was evaporating you could feel it there was no dance and long after i pulled the plug, my great dragon burst out of the lake, legs flailing, trumpet full of water, heading towards the home forest, so to speak, as Jenny Motown called at 9. she was under surveillance but needed cough syrup— the diets had fully fought the elephantine temper, no rules, some stretching could charge a sure cost to these magnificent redwoods as tall as pen vs. sand granule. (the home cooking in these necks were some shit to behold.) Jenny was feverish and panting; here’s the monochromatic stage that we put together for a root beer float, it’s all here… 040419 ... god me too. horse + taco = glass of pee 040718 what's it to you? who go blather from