Which one was it hand puppet master thief. I remember a song sang by mermaids which never could breathe under water. The harsh realities of life. I love Chicago summer internships. I love birds flying high and then shitting on their own time. Like night clerks. Watch out falling hard helmet yellow neon. It wasn't even night. It could have been a Saturday but I had no compass. Thanks for the moon landing and family and smelly flowers of both hues. I knew a sailor named Bart and I'll stop before I lie at the bottom of the ocean...
Here we are. Can you breathe. Bubble. Bubble. Sepia futures and pastures full of sea cows. I make metaphors out of no shows and honest men hobos. Unfair of me. I'm bragging.
DANCE
My favorite command.
Sketch by Christian Barron. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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