but it tasted more like strawberry quiche after a furious snowstorm; the red herring rangers were beer-goggling the saddle-whipped brown nosed salamanders down in accounting -- safety first, brewers yeast infections on the rise was our mantra, and kali herself couldn't have gotten a finer collection of heads in one conference room. the plantation seemed light years behind (as measured by a vocal but incandescent man who build short attention bridge spans under contract for the western hemisphere; "bonanza" was their favorite). i stretched my sphincter and raised my third eye on a diet of warm rice and marmalade; it was something to marvel, the way the comic books reminded me of swells of fresh bile and warm sandy beaches while i lactated ginger ale for a microscopic army of fresh mule deer (and oh dear what fine asses they had one and all).