A killer hangs at the crossroads.
The crossroads hang the killer.
The bang whispers.
Killers emerge from every corner
of this dark space
called thought.
A trip? At rip? Of this we cannot be sure.
But of this, we can:
a marmalade man is a marmaduke made of aspenglade poppenjulius.
And Kilroy is above all the mastermind of devial connistigulations.
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