(Transcribed unaltered form my art history notebook again)

Street smart copy cats eat ten pounds daily checate cheese crescendos spiraling back across galaxys a the apex of the halogen colider in the fine art of conversation traped in the aperature of the single note piano each cream filled orange blooms in the light of the night of actual antiques mysteries humming and churning like so much stomach chyme. rolling and gasping like two lovers spawning deep throaty tendrils grip like summer's last breath bask in the never ending waterfall of lush green heart of the mormon makes love to a cadalac. the engine heat beyond the pass of the first endevors lays the realm of saturn. orange shinny motled clay against the black. Dost did cross an albatros stricken with disentary and mold. Made true by the knashing of teeth and evil sperm filled mumified popes. each long cross section of brain showed sign of decay and every time she spoke the air shook with something like broken glass and lies. Dark broody caves of guilty habit stare with beedy orange eyes. Small teeth that eat fingers who like a snake engorged flesh under scales and tight. each angel sings in teh shower.

(there is a small sketch of humping bunnies at the end.)