To BBQ a Comedian

A better equivalency which balances the asterisk fallen from order, removes white grease and splits the crease dividing the comedian’s smile along paranoia and muted apprehensions. Brittle spaces invite angry descriptions, test foundations carrying thousands of options to relish the weight of forevermore. Selling hot irons required PR research like never before. Translation of electricity eliminates the wrinkles from cotton Dockers and PLAID underwear! This freedom to eliminate bothersome crevices attracted a comedian’s old eyes fixed with Laugh Lines and feeling experimental took the hot iron and held it to his face. Now when he smiles it smells like burning flesh.

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