shhh... don't tell the secret

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© BuzzBomber
close inspection exposed the soles of the shoes of those on the journey the holes in the soles and souls of the souls bent pot bellied farm yard

with caramel corn dreams that yearned for release dragonfly wings on rafts of sliced lunch meat
individually wrapped slices of locally aware cardigans

meanwhile out in the street ice cream men selling chainsaws to violence prone children riding wave after wave of jellied apathy turn their tired eyes upon the distant horizon imagining respite from the droning of the spring time caterwal

usually upon spying a stop sign every robin and doberman pinscher would cock one ear swivel their head and squint into thedistance as if trying to discern some far off traveler or flimsy excuse of an upturned sauce pan

bogus stress relief cure from quasi industrial pharmaceutical development complex-s put an artificial shine on the single minded long necked clear skinned sociopaths poised to swoop in displacing vultures and record company executives in a hail of mustard pellets

to an untrained observer it must have all looked like chaos in reality it was far beyond and inspired total loyalty in all those who listened closely

or not at all