then
when eve six wasnt looking tsar took the stage real fast and did a quicky little
supernova double sonic okiedoke. fucked up our shit like
when the mexican in
the big sombrero in baja tilts your head back and pours in the tequila, shuts
your mouth and shakes your head around
while blowing on that whistle as the
hookers yawn. the earth moved, the seas parted, the dove came back with an olive
branch.
somewhere a bear shit in the woods, a wheelie was popped, and a senior
yelled bingo. the planets were aligned the other night
and tsar flicked its
finger and motion became movement and blip blop blap lives were changed at first
sight.