excowboy

If all the supressed visions of colorful migrating birds collided with swarms of killer bees in the calm center of destructive winds, a dozen hurricanes strong, forces never seen by man nor beast and the all enveloping glow from the golden pod of love wrapped in plastic covered in foil stamped with the yellow insignia of the Royal Order Of Wangle Rompers beamed through time and space to the immediate future just beyond your reach and transformed its presence into the bright happy feeling of a giant run-on sentence, would it look anything like THIS?

I sure HOPE so!


goodnight kids