IT LEAKED OUT THAT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN....OR WAS THAT A CONSTELLATION OF SUSPENDED PLANETS, RED LAMB?



Born under a bad sign, Jiminy?   Some big-legged woman gonna carry you to your grave, someday, even though yer brain's amygdalal conscious system's short-sighted by that fashionable view from under the brim of that  blue top hat.... and sheltered from the Storm by that red umbrella.    Charlene's  just part of memory, now....like Earth is just part of the Cosmos and that's about all that 'fit to print', I reckon.   So, pony up some hard-earned cash for the Deluxe Fireworks' After The 4th Sale....those Roman Candles with hot pin flares will do just fine.
At twilight, even the hawks and owls oft mistake  darning eggs for their preys' heads.  Don't thank me yet, but I'm gonna ask Reggie Dinkens to lay the blame on Arthur Tobin, anyway.....Now, send the limo over to take me away from this messy situation before the memory chip gets loaded.

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