[Gogar]

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"

It's time to; "paint the house", with Elmer's glue. It tastes good! Gently fluffing his pubic hair toupee, only his hairdresser in tow, languid and bittersweet. Georgina, the name he used while stripping, a trisexual who was two sizes too small for the gaping orifice, his favorite sheep trembling with fear.

"Damn, another flashback," mumbled Lanny. He knew brown acid would be his new salvation, but salvation was not in the cards this evening. Suddenly,