The cascading ryhtmns of the rancid music burbled forth. His head waned between the past and present, drearily. The world mishmoshed together, and time flowed freely back and forth for these fellows. Big grealy, the four Mercs, and the red bedeviled flower child lolly gagged in front toe and free.
His face dwindled back to a time of lessons lost to learned souls, maximizing the hippy flower, desegregating the worlds of religion and car alarms. ANd to a point, it had to end. ANd thta point did flourish forth once more as in teh olden times.
And he returned to the place in which he'd sat, stood and walked to the door. Openeing now, he stepped out into the street and found the world as once it had been.
She stood there, aligning her hands in front of her head, palms together and legs outstretched. Her face was masked with a large black cowel, and a giant red V emblazoned across her forebrow. SHe glared at the wigger, and pulled out her blade. HIs motions did not acknowledge her presence. She sped now, increasing the pulsations of the feet, pounding against a surface of failed dreams.
And dashed, he was, when the force of the edge struck him, blasting the breath from his lungs and clarifying the ways he had not hyet discovered.
Look to Stanley, watch for his servings. The slashes come lengthwise and the capitols are all gone.