8.24.10 exquisite corpse cb zs

Pause, Harold. The dear man's eulogy's not yet over. Yet Harold still insisted that since Cartham stole his integrity long ago when they still swam in moss lagoons with juniper treeps whom the Earth First activists would not relinquish without a fight. They donned their wild glam transvestite uniforms and subsequently seduced the finest corporate fucks in all of town, careful to take pictures for some yellow journalism. A coalition between the Christian Right and anarchoprimitivist Left thus formed, electing a battered, deep-fried Armenian child to the seat of His Ranch-Dipped Holiness, Conqueror of Yugoslavia, Defender of Venezuela, and Knitter Extraordinaire. Of course, the title meant nothing, a mere formality, but he was pleased to noticed the scowls he now elicited from passsers-by right away. The next day at work his kindly giraffe of a boss summoned him and asked, "The ketamine's beginning to wear down. Are you sure being humiliated by having a superior corporate title really constitutes maiming the Chairman's daughter?" Lewis shrugged. In his heart he knew the consulting firm could eat for at least eleven days, providing they could keep their investment fresh. "My Christ! I've done it again! Another high return of investment! Surely I will be smiled upon by Zebra, the gnostic god of deception who created the world out of malice. And what more can a man who was once an Austrian princess ask for, other than that the State recognize him as a witch.' I celebrated by wallowing in the shit of my second wife, which I had saved for her glorious reincarnation. The smile of the young girl left me in utter awe: the scream of too many years gone by compelled me to open the jar and dump its contents in that rare, peach visage. She screamed, and I could not tell whether 'twas out of sublime terror or ecstasy, but Timothy Leary cared not a whit, and thrust the dagger out of his junk and into hers. Tantric to the max, baby!