Where is Alamogordo anyway. Why. Just curious. Who lives there. The Space Agency. Who is the Space Agency. The Sex Police. The Spage Agency is the Sex Police. Yes. But why. No one knows. I told them I did not know anything about the foot. And I was right all along. I TOLD you I did not know a goddamn thing about a missing foot of a conquistador. I was just not that drunk last night. No one knows why the Sex Police are also the Space Agency. A guy walks into a bar. Never, ever, ever eat anything from Alamogordo. It’s a bad idea. A biker gang from Oakland was selling LSD out of Mission Billiards. It can be a tricky thing, remaining anonymous. Anywhere. You have to be kinda ruthless when you do it because Homo sapiens are so disingenuous. More and more and more Buffalo Wings Motels. More and more Tall Pines Beer Gardens. More and more LSD. Power to the people. Power to the Federal Reserve. Power to spy agencies. I met Andrew in a motel in Alamogordo. I don’t know how they put that room back together. I would like to finger fuck you. That would be fun. So I finger fucked Andrew on a El Cheapo Motel bed. He ate me to my elbo. Do you read the comments and write them, too.

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