MESSAGE TO ALL THE TREES & SPACE ALIENS & LIGHTBULBS!!!
A Proclamation by Wolf Larsen
I want to make something absolutely clear. I am no longer a space alien! I am now a testicle in the crotch of a gigantic monster that's sitting peacefully outside of your window.
I proclaim the following: ALL FISH WILL BE SUBJECTED TO SEARCHES RIGHT AWAY!
I proclaim the following: THE BLUE SKY IS DISEASED!
I proclaim the following: I HAVE NOT CHANGED MY UNDERWEAR IN THREE DAYS!
Meanwhile, the ballet dancers are moving like sunshine & rain. My television hasn't spoken to me in days. However, my penis & my right hand are in constant communication.
I proclaim the following: FROM NOW ON THE WORD PENIS SHALL BE CAPITALIZED!
The canvas has been talking to me in fast food. It is an empty canvas. But I have my hopes that it will bloom with everything!
I proclaim the following: ZIP BOOM BEEP-ZOOK-JOOOOOP-BLAAAAAM!!!
I proclaim the following: I AM NOT CRAZY! EVERYONE ELSE IS CRAZY!!
She jumped millions of vaginas at me! I still couldn't figure out what day it was it was or what city I was in.
I proclaim the following: RED and BLUE and GREEN and ORANGE!
I proclaim the following: TRADITIONAL LITERATURE IS HEREBY ABOLISHED!!
My feet have walked away with my testicles. My testicles are giving a speech to all the space aliens. The space aliens are driving nuclear submarines through the sewage pipes of the city. WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
She whispers her own bellybuttons to you. How could you write poems without bellybuttons?! I want to insert bellybuttons into my computer!!
I proclaim the following: I LOVE MY PENIS!!!
Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen