Four years ago Spencer arrived in St. Louise. "Wow what a wonderful city" said Spencer, as he squandered his last shillings on the finest of prostitutes, for that's how Spence rolled. He didnt have money for a taxi so he slept in the gutter and dreamed of things that had never been dreamt. He dreamnt of gold-plated crackers and silver tangerines, platinum flavored apples and sweet copper crusted beans. But then he awoke, in the gutter listening to the sounds of normal people marching their feet down omnicoloured sidewalks. He may not have silver tangerines, he thought, but his most beloved treasure was his magical source of inspiration and life, his one form of nourishment, just a few yummy marvelous sprinkles. Cinnamon Aluminum.
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Oh My Coast-applee triangle-smearsmut pie.org, ..all the happy bees bell-screaming tongue-hour morning which, flavored my kindess; I had an Arm open to touch her, but she Died miserably in the Stank, and her Ghost penetrates my fever-mare shivers/stolen pine-terror into a staring fit of blankness under the grotesque of the moon...
