i heard so after listening to all this insane gibberish, constant exchanges of "reunion for the class of '69, et me out of a pot luck, say maybe 5 to 1 baby 1 in 5 and then an explosion of saturation in burroughs. to say the last william lee needs a clockwork banana and viddy intense cyclones from coney island velvets on an elvis tour wow! he said milk coming out of his nose." and i grew a bit tired of it, but they end their conversation with a bittersweet mutilation of 'this old me' crooning bizarrely, idiotic laughs of delight "i love you, you love me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you won't you say you love me too" and it struck me, all cleverlike, the realisation that the childrenshow star Blarney was in fact a purple dinosaur - purple was a common colour for the dragon agency, i've seen it on them - the colours were purple, bronze, red and white. and they used to dress always and only in an array of these colours. so dressed here and there but no more, they were disquised, still had that faint horrid smell of dragon though, like a mixture of b.o., sweaty socks, old douche, patchouli, and must. so they were all gone, and Wendy explained the language saying "they developed a method of earwig translation, see the have earwigs clamped on, acting as descramblers, see. and the talk is truly gibberish rubbish, i think --- and we've got a copy of the program used by the earwigs at the HQ, or rather the DQ -- she's a beautiful girl, Leighanna. Well, see Leighanna, am i rambling?" and i said, "no, go ahead." "Leighanna is the cousin of a girl who works there, uh Orgy, that's her name. Now Leighanna is absolutely a real doll, and she's the BSA techfreak around here, she's into all the raves, smartdrinks, xtc, everything. girl won't touch alcohol though. Leighanna's too shy though." --- by this point we were walking to dairyqueen --- "see, since she's never seen you two before, and well, she'll probably carry conversations only through Orgy, so, just don't be rude, or come on to her, or she'll never even do that style of Orgy middleman conversation with you again" --- Yeah, that's where we were, dairyqueen outer oceanic waves, feeling trentreznor's cold little world, and well, a dairyqeen somehow squeezed into a set of houses in a situation setting and all beautiful though, i must admit, so we get inside the selling place of recycled
