While my ominous, ƕ∪∪∪∪∪𝗚𝝨, taller-and-wider-than-the-Empire-State-Building-1,500-foot-Cherry Pi (everything is possible in rockin7H ...until we grow-up?? Nyah) is parked in a geosynchronous orbit far above another renegade planetoid ⍨ (far²big⁴TD), we had to venture in my sleek shuttle and see if any raw, crazy ‘women’ in the world-wide-taverns wanna come along on the voyage for maaany eons. Looks like you’re hungry for everything my ship has to offer, wild child - yummy egg rolls aboard my craft, too, the kind you wouldn’t find at ancient, 20th-century-IHOP. My question for the drop-dead-dolls:
As I was standing next to the ‘KookyKola’? (*diff. trans.*) machine at d’bar, I gotta lotta bottles to hold’m over. They didn’t have ‘chairs’ nessecarily at this weird-o saloon; they had ‘hyperzero cushions’ where in time botha youse could B1, flying incredibly/psychotropically high.
I pulled one of the few chairs and began with “Unavoidable, doll. Inevitable.” I do that. Im totally up-front, outta-the-blue. “Lurrrrve to have you on my ship. Wanna?”
Three-killer-girls just stared, mouths agape; just adorable, without hope, killer planet, givin’m the drinks as a soothing response to blatant.
I continued. “What is the ‘International House of Intimacy’? What is the term ‘sailingIIforever’? If you board my starship, if you turn H on her side, wottdya get? 𝞘. A lotta IHI. A lotta IIB1. All for you. All for us. Want us? Yore Intoxicating, Indelible Instigator?? FXactly!!”
Gottum.
➙ㄇ⦁Ꭲᄐ: all-the-adorable-shades O pink-in-your-room, all-the-pink-you-can-handle like a high-fructose-rocket-fuel-fidelity aboard my starship; however, without wildflower women, we humans would’ve perished a long, long time ago. Believe me, Msr. Almighty God, esq. was quite wise when sHe created me: we’ll get waaaay symbiotic aboard my rrrrockin’ CherryPi/Mike-‘BlazinSaddles’-Meyers-effect.
➙ 𐊏ᄋ†ℎЯ 𐰵ᒼօႹ❗Һ⺕ｒ⍲ո𐌕: though ‘Xeroxillionz’ as a Roman numeral is a gargantuanly-bogus-number, this shall be our punkUational-stage-name in the Juvenile Reality of 007th Heaven:
Janet - vocals; bb9 - guitar; Kira - bass from Black Flag; SpitStix - drums from Fear.
Admission/salvation is free. Park yore shuttle and come! Delicious-liteNboltz-beer (a complete shock! when you drink). You look like a millinillion, babe. Copaceticly cooler has never been achieved until we rrrrock-yore-socks-off with ‘Heavy-Metal-psychobilly’. This planet’s foliage is sparse if not defunct now, yet with our ‘morph orchestra’, our ‘rockabilly sound’ shall be a mirror forwardNback taking you into a classic ‘Pink Floyd/Tchaikovsky’ surround sound.
No, dear, I’m not on nthn which is a double negative which means I’m ON something NOT of this planet: weeerd-O-wurdz. Wannum? Baby, I gottum like Gollum. Though the Godude does have unruly, dust bunnies though vague and, egads! zombiotic!! [gulp]
⚠ this is warrNpeas (Leo Tolstoy?) ⚠️
When I used to be a gentile punk!you!ation! years before our accident, I saw ‘the Decline of Western Civilization’ at a friend’s small house, quiet town, backstreets of Auburn, KS; it had a punk along with Black Flag, the Vandals, X, Germs? ... saying, ‘I’m a lover, not a fighter’.
Exactly. I, too, am a lover (I must); I’m a joker; Im a toker of SuperStars. I’m doing a first-rate, fast-paced, quid-pro-quo-SciFX-zine withe wildgirls UptowNdown, gawn ‘round the huge galaxy interview’n, nekkNcuddlin, rrrassLnXplorin, groovNlovin, rrrrockin’ to my roadkill band/stand-up.
Who wouldn’t wanna do a ‘Steve-Miller-party-hardy-zine’ once a month?? Cant you just taste the aroma of the ‘PhysixDimension’? Whoa. Owch. Totally. AWOL. Acapulco. Easy as pi! Succulent, cotton-candy-refills! LSD (Love/Serve Dept)!! Be there ...or be Miss Impaired in this feeble, fallible, finite façade of Facebook. Exactly why I’m saving💋4Upstairs withe ‘googoldupleXTC’. Speaking of cuddling, I’d totally appreciate a date with you in the Great Beyond ...and I’m totally not fugly!! I.M.biguous, thank-you-very-much. Here’s my mezzanine qualifications:
We’d also do 797[৪]679,679№199,399,679ish googolduplex-times-better than deeee-licious Churn®️blackjack cherry/java chunk which I’ll feed-you-on-the-big-futon/wrapped-in-our-crazYoungXmortal-arms because I so wanna! gotcha!! love you/serve you. Lemme do that. Lemme serve you. Lemme kneed you on my knees as I propose unto thee aboard my savvy, Steppenwolf starcruiser.
Yay, me sayeth! A few killillion parsecs left til we reach my world!!! Until that time aboard my elaborate, celestial Operation Nanometer Xeggrated (refers to the length between galaxies which is enormous), 1,500-foot-Rawwkuss/Legendary CherryPi (<- my most-groovalicious-spacecruiser given by Msr. Almighty Gawwd, esq), many fully-sized-MiniMees will love to serve YOU, too, ya captivatin’, fascinatin’, mystifyin’ young dolls: rooms big as a city block! 100-foot-height (who knows what we’ll find in the loft)! hideNseek, too! 1-4 exquisite knockouts to a room2BNtertwined in time as I’ll serve’m bubbly, lively Chardonnay with flowers🥂Y’comin? Ready or not...
They don’t call me a vanguard fer nthn: girls need HOPE! for the decline of civilization.
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