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masses of ungulate limbs sprout from the ground swaying like stands of meaty bamboo or cattails beside a pond, the lions graze slowly upon them as they writhe with futile motions towards an impotent sun. The two nuns kissed under the ferns. Lester drew a sword "Tis once to die, but twice to jack off a sky-screaming narwhal." Just then they heard a knock at the door, "LAPD, open up" moaned the somebody outside with the sound of dripping saliva on their lips, poorly concealed, the door breaks down and the salivating cop has me at the point of a fork and knife seeing as how the newly republican House of Reps recently approved cannibalism in raids where over a half-gram of weed was projected to be discovered BUT THAT'S JUST WHAT THEY'RE FUCKING ORDERED TO TELL YOU ON CABLE TV Here's the real story. Meet Quandon. He's 32, has two kids and a mortgage and is a card-carrying member of the Libertarian Party. His life is about to the ruined by his love for games of hard-core strip Parcheesi and unlimited cocaine flavored soft serve from the local TCBY. Not as good as a queer burger, but certainly more addictive, like the venomous temptations of a snake to strangle a baby dolphin. The power of analogy, analogism, anal-o-logic. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. "Crush my neck, Daddy, Come closer." and as he drew closer he noticed, etched on his head an impossibly small, but comprehensive replica of 18th century Dublin.