emphatically entertaining moo-shu gai pan mam, walrus kinks and all, descending into fall, licking platypus detrius and planetary momentum in full gear. a gypsum tribal exclamation in the western hemisphere of by-gone leftovers, shrimp pate and sixteen sizes of hanes briefs rolled up in a giant smorgasboard of disparate jugglers meeting for breakfast was golden eggs, ham, sam and i giggling jiggling martyrs of saint what-was-that, porcelain tiles gleaming from mists of trip-toed down the hall. it's only a matter of time, space and the van-der-waals forces required to operate a sipping straw; why not try again?