Free Entry 2, Week 9

It takes an idiot to do cool things, that’s why they’re cool. Though I thought stupid people didn’t get colds. The sneeze of a home-hitter sparks fire if he’s not too chicken to swing the bat. I don’t know who’s on third, but they have a very important date. Reading the cards of Oriental trading, maybe your numbers will add up, in the first five years of life. Interact with the beginning, read the end of the cards, but you gotta pull’em just right and you gotta go slow. The broth is gonna taste like hot needles squeezing your skin. We’ve got to get everyone and their stuff together, the brotherhood is calling. Bebops edge is loveless, less than the bleach embracing your lungs, my funny Valentine. Freeze the cryogenic centrifuge of my amnesiac arteries. Gilled wings beat against the wind. My cranium clashes, skidding across the cement floor, drowning in a sea of red and green. I’m not a charity boy, I’d let you escape. Four to one: Visitors don’t work on reason, they don’t go easy on you, those sleeping beasts.