I imagine Twin Peaks with a shit stick caught up in-between, shooting off fireworks, like some kind of candle, attracting flies. Hand shakes FORE Milf Shakes, DILF's Magic KingDOM. It's a hive, only the sweetness is more like an Earf Cake...the bread and all the crumbs just ran away...something about tuppence...it's just sweet sugar spewing about....and a carpenter with a sugar cube, or simply a cube squared off, that cartesian sieve play, quadrant carpenter blocking with a special tool, see right there, look, the imagery, on his head...and remember kids, there's always what's left of the ICING, finely tuned gifts like Die-uh-Beat-Us and Poor Nutrition, coupled with insurance plans taken in your name, who doesn't love a good bet on a running horse. 2 cents for a bag. All together now. Dough, a dear, a female whorse...with so much to take in, it's all going hoarse...a KingDOM FORE, and the hills are alive with the sound of....a truly wonderful wizard...like Poppy Cock in a box. Firestarter...Magic...bringing everyone together after all that was needed goes down...carried out palmly...
It's like a peace sign, only it's backhanded...Piece, like a piece of Earf Cake after the bread had risen and then runaway, like a Piece TREATy of sorts...
