need I uselessly toil in the
cliche of impending grammatically-correct lackey-boy-ism? Hell no! hear now the
here now! mouths of stone proclaim the truth! (even as they loll and bob above
the teemed masses) The sun seeks escape from the stone mouths! The goat dance!
The slap of lichened-wet pustules on stainless!
Indulge and immerse in the rowling and yowling of feral cats come to FEAST!