It built and built over time until it could be contained no longer and it burst for with the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes. But that was not the only place from which it burst and at the nexus, the confluence of the billions of butterfly sneezes, there grew the blazing light of a billion brilliant daydreams. So of course we dived into them.
Miss Mona the Ghost told me the Mystery Lady was on the phone and, as I stood to go to answer, she said quickly to be sure to tell her to come on down to Cowtown.
Of course I did.
The Mystery Lady said she knows I know you don't believe in God but she said she has some Guardian Angels flying around. I told her we can talk about God another time but right now I suggest asking those Guardian Angels to fly you here direct or fly your ass to the Greyhound station and we will figure it out from there.
She laughed and the answer is private.
And thus you see why the Galactic Peace Tour took the motto: Don't Fuck With Us or We Send the Butterflies.
(Ed: are you seriously thinking someone will remember where you stole the butterfly sneezes?)
Too many negative waves, man.
Miss Mona the Ghost told me the Mystery Lady was on the phone and, as I stood to go to answer, she said quickly to be sure to tell her to come on down to Cowtown.
Of course I did.
The Mystery Lady said she knows I know you don't believe in God but she said she has some Guardian Angels flying around. I told her we can talk about God another time but right now I suggest asking those Guardian Angels to fly you here direct or fly your ass to the Greyhound station and we will figure it out from there.
She laughed and the answer is private.
And thus you see why the Galactic Peace Tour took the motto: Don't Fuck With Us or We Send the Butterflies.
(Ed: are you seriously thinking someone will remember where you stole the butterfly sneezes?)
Too many negative waves, man.
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