Singing Deep Into Ten-o-Four

by

Adam Gosha

While on his way and at the
conjoined triplets fifty-eighth birthday
party, she had a jasper bloodstone
that bled to death while a
whistle chirped the top forty
count-down. The band was Buddy Rich's
orchestra, and they were covering
the Doors. Not only was this their
second stop on the tour, but
was also time to feed the penguins,
(they died from the cold at half
past Jim's nipple). The frosting on top was
red and delicious, the rest of the cake
was just as bad. It shown like a
star from three miles away, where I
was on stage providing vocals.

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