Dozens of Satans

Dozens of Satans. About 52 to be exact, or 4.25 dozen of Egg Satanic beings floated around my head smiling and singing slowly like an eggbeater, yet very wisely…UNHOLIEST, UNHOLYUGLY AND UNREAL YET HOLY and VERY UNHOLY (and going to hell) for me dancing and shouting to the Chinese, ”very berry cherry stinks around here.” As under a brick thrown by Sandra an 18 year old white chick. A chickadee of swift manly size, style & proportions. Very unusually brown and smooth with long hair, about 5’4” tall praying to the Lord Jesus Christ, you come to burn me yet? He hollered, having given the above commentary in yak sport speech for the burning orange hair. Well, I say, at least my hair burned. [In short after all this time that I have been performing for the children, I still did next to nothing but it did leave everyone satisfied] In short, I practiced hijinx in electric poisoning for leotard that they claimed and I thought I was wearing tightly. It hurt like hell, the fire down between my legs. Dozens of Satans. [Remarked from the heart, please give me some Chinese food] ran about on four feet playing “softly” yet satisfyingly sly, with the little Chinese peasants. Who said, you had better run ‘to save your life.’ Run, run from the fire or have it removed by the Chinese doctor from your brain’s inner recesses beside the reflecting pool. Mightily, dumbly requesting a lather, on me, offered one of the Satans. Satan, routinely means “ I come to tell the truth or I come to bear witness of suggestion.” I offer you a cherry said a human. I think nothing of the the cherry story except that it is about a cherry. The cherry split in two down the middle, avoiding the pit then went asunder in order to smell alluring to the touch. It had a huge smell. A smell of garbage was what the heroic ladies from smithereens smelled of. The dozens wandered off in a yellow huff daintily admiring 6 of the Chinese peasant children who gladly wondered will you play with me. I was one of the 6.