A Long Time Ago

We'll meet again in the place where forgotten dreams stitch the seams of moon beams.

Happy Trails

Bolivian cattle and gauchos in the saddle ride happy trails with incontinent quails in liturgical veils, cocaine rails or belligerent snails comfort the cretins of Wales or the diabolical deacons of jubilant jails.

Olympus Mons Pubis

Olympus Mons Pubis or the hubris of Anubis anointed the corn pone cunts collecting candy corn in a coon's age, as local yokels yodeling laments of the Yuletide or lullaby sacraments of cyanide harassed heretical whores of Honduran hesitance, pestilence and common sense assaulted asinine oligarchs obnoxious in their octopi.

Horror Horror Horror

My latest spine-tingler Horror Horror Horror will be included in the upcoming Schlock! anthology.

The Exploitation Art of C. Lloyd

Poconos

We left for the Poconos apropos, enjoying the platypus twats and gingerbread blots served at the buffets for masturbation moratoriums and gang bang emporiums. The ichor of gonorrhea and rites of Santería gratified me in their bubonic colonic rapture, even as the holistic hoarders without borders scratched their phantom limbs on jungle gyms.

Dog Days

Cargo cults appeased the ghost of Dutch Schultz with rattlesnake molts and gingersnap jolts, as the syphilitic sinners quivered in their dinners - feasting on their flesh in the haunts of Marrakesh.