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once upon a time, my elders told me of electric pidgeon funk; serious the eldrich, how its subterranean rumbles would move the hills like the bowels of thor. the heavens would open with an almighty flap flap flapflaPFLAPFLAPFAFKAFdsfSDF:K and god would emit a jet of pure holy semen onto the church. winged solders of the electric blue zed persuasion would help the elderly finance their mortgages, and perhaps swap some recipes. steve would have mcdonalds on thursdays, and the perfect storm is nixon's agenda. it brought great blessings upon the harvest, along with a distinctive sheen to the tesla monument at elephant and castle. SPITSHINE DAT SUCKA RICHIE! giggle
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