I. Captain Kim, Elixir of Truth
Check adrenals: Pain low. Adrenaline high. Full egg retinue. Captain Kim is available.
Her father was Radical Communist. Her heart is atomic clock. No beauty no anxiety.
She was overwarm fetus in malfunctioning womb. She recovered. She angry now.
Paces like zoobound polar bear approaching enlightenment through monotony.
Comes with purple dolphin and crystal baseball.
Her brain is handcrafted exotic plastic! (Fish knife and revolver not included.)
Her vinyl was recalled by major Chinese manufacturer but she ok with it really.
She is sunrise from gumball at sea, enemy of Big Tobacco. Foreign object to domestic disaster.
She is warmth of tsunami. She is mother of thirty. Icons don’t last neither do iconoclasts.
She kicks her legs like Roger Craig on famous touchdown run!
Favorite artist: Exxon/Mobil.
OMG she smells like new Barbies.
Exactamudos, deadly cocktails, scent of glass cleaner, Turn-ons include
biocandy, bonejarring infrared debate rooms, fully adjustable omnivores,
10-car pileup with extra cheese.
She was deposed from power from 1986-1991.
Has world’s largest collection of crystal butter knives, priceless tanzanite specimens.
Traces lineage back to Megatherium.
She will walk all over your constitutional rights and tell you Take Care Out There after the interrogation.
Designed with amphibious functionality in mind. The Elixir of Truth.
Don’t let yourself admit impediments to the pursuit of her whatever, man.
She has pictures of you watching her.
She crushes you easy.
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