2 de noviembre
Mr. Crowley makes his rounds
Straight from the pages
of the Book of Law
and at the 11th hour
Míster Crowley made his Rounds.
Staff Sgt. Nico Wallace hosted him.
Comme d’Habitude,
Monsieur Crowley — a Sylph!
Navigated dimensions through The Astros,
to Dodge his way—onto 5th Ave.
(… the Element of Aquarius)
can beat a Gnome and his properties: Earth… and all of his Fucking walls…
The last time that he walked the Earth,
Míster Crowley had the unfortunate hassle of having to deal with a fascist douche
—and a “liddle” racist man—
this time, however,
The treat to Humanity
Came in the form of an artificially sun-tanned and bigoted President of the United States, of a place called “Murica”…
—or something like that—
while in the watery depths of the bottom of The Seven Seas, back in the “Roaring Twenties,”
Míster Crowley had to compete with one of Neptune’s pets,
its name: Cthulhu…
but today, as he strolled down East Houston Ave., (pronounced as HOUSEton, not as in Sam HEeee_UuuSss-Tonnn)
—just off of the Williamsburg Bridge—
it was back to the Acropolis…
A fucking version of the Kraken nightmare was wrapping his “liddle” god-damn suckie tentacles on every Vesica Pisces that crossed his path…
Europe, Africa, América, Asia, Australia, and maybe even Antarctica (since it’s FuCkinG melting, now a days).
The twist, however,
was that this grubby fucker was not necessarily speaking Greek…
and that’s all that this narrator is going to say..,
because we don’t want to end up like the dead “comic strippers” at
Charlie Hebdo, or gagged in jail.
TIMESTAMP… 23h00 CET
Dear, Ari Melver:
We, the Staff, trust…
“That you [too] can be Centerfield!”.
… Next time, however, sport the dang-on Cap… do it for the “Sound”.
… complete cast follows.