Newlyweds are then

made out of bread and chowed down on

using an extension cord and a tall optometrist.

This kind of vagabondism approaches O'Hare

like a 747 spinning in the hereunder.

Worlds may mark their territory with a flashlight

but this planet is too small for a meat cartographer

complicit in the big gnu edict that causes idols to cluck

like tear-away feathers.