• Good Times

    Act 18 Scene 9
    March! March till the 3rd of worst Fridays in 4’s
    Good times await in the court of vixens.
    The mind can wander further then it can reach.
    Paintience will blow your bleepin mind to smushereens!

    Act 18 Scene 10
    Ring gongz, drumbs, and bels! Right to ur friends and famly
    Speak like you spoke what said that you sand while laughing and groaning
    Materials have meaning in a material reality.
    Paint the void bright colors even if it reverts.

    Act 18 Scene 11
    K Class ferries sliding onward towards Banneu in Côte d'Ivoire.
    Rotting away till metal death traps force their life into me
    corroding the joker that yearns while releasing the devil that
    has wings of gold.

    Act 18 Scene 12
    Riding in dartcars, as we feel good are way to the establishment.
    Laughing while rolling on highways of glass.
    Run… Get out… Stay within forever…
    Home is where spice and sugar do not mix in my telescope.

    Chaos now swirls.

    Act 18 Scene 1
    Painting still lives in the darkness. “How goes the jumping?”
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    4.
    I lied to my best friend in order to skip his boring rants about what he cannot conceive about life, freedom, and pine trees.
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    Pop!
    “Good as you can see…”

    Act 18 Scene 2
    Death everywhere! frolicking… The end is nye! nye! Nye!

    Confuzzled

    Futts

    5 hours is too long…. Edward.
    The future is marked on the calendar with your series of tubes.

    The Amber Aviator Approves!

    Swirls of dancers, the sea foaming, veins pulsating, a dark hand reaches,
    a sun explodes like a super nova as billions of stars
    stare at its brilliance while writhing in their
    jealousy that it was not their turn to go
    out with an extreme bang that
    rocked the very essence
    of fabrication and
    destruction OH!,
    and good
    times.

    Act 18 Scene 3

    A blinking line tells nothing of the future.