On

On the banks of the weecheegeechee Stood Mona .and her fathomed fat feet. The Sutra of dharma becomings and the red yellow pink sweeter of pretty __ Pah! Pretty vacant was the word and how apt it was and the punk drums rolled them days pushing past the deafening river of its nihilistic rage

So entered existe existential proof becomings preordiamond property. The way to create was to created. If that made cents in the dollar whirled of its madcap drip dry suit. Wore a hat kept a bed, mailed herself upside down.

Ding dong!

the birds ring