exerpt from "octopus"

Dressed down and lightning clean. I argue with a bee about the venom. Arrange the coupons and start a scene. Table cloth pant suit and nothing on TV. I climb down the iceberg and order tea. This that and a hat full of lemon Z. Then the flabby saxophone comes in darting around looking through the checkerboard room for pizza bits. Merciful lantern ask. Twisted weasel in a choke hold has raised a good pint of delicious gelatin. Strap me down into the bubblegum cart and tie me to a flock of wasps. Electric violin pollution. Now for the fruit thang. Electric violin retribution. Who keeps messing with the fader? Fruit thang. I will use my solar plexus as a serving dish. To protect and to serve (peach flavored wine in the bath tub). Rainbow bubbles. Brush your teeth with merciful starlight. Little pelican icon. Football pants. Shampoo made from the same herb that killed a philosopher in the year 56. Burns to clean. Burns the impurities. Dressed down in pair of fake leather pom poms. Look terrific tonight. Shrimp flavored hormone dip. Restore the 70's. Immaculate cheese nips.