Harlem globtrotters bouncing spikes around my brain

Ways to get into the Harlem Globe trotters.
First and for most you need to realize that the whole scam presented before you
tonight is going to intrigue your bottoms and make your ears tingle at the
thought of all the sweet roses smelling of early spring time. They had just
blossomed and and it was as if I could her a mother and daughters running around
looking for wild flowers and reminiscing of times pasted. At first the hill was
sun beaten and as the afternoon ran along the colors shifted to the most
intoxicating blend of summer and spring sort of melting from one season to the
next. The red shifts into a light pinkish blend, into the most intriguing orange,
which faded into blue then to nothing. Like watching the freshly brewed sun tea
from its birth to death. The girl watch as her father struggled to hold on to
the little piece of life the doctors had prescribed. She didn't believe all that
though, her thoughts were revolutionary. Six weeks to a year says one, two weeks
to two months, 1 to three years from the now hired Mr. Satan. He might not have
the best track record and their was the multiple male-practice allegations and
even a few out of court settlements. But when a new buttock is needed and cheap
doctors are all your state funded insurance can afford you, then thats the best
thing for you. Plus most of the time they would get your prescription wrong and
you'd go home to find out that the four pills recommended by the doctor were
accidentally switched with another patience superbly strong anti-depressant
prescription. After a few hours you've already changed your shirt five times and
your starting to think that people like you. So, walking to the nearest chill
spot you come to realization that no matter how cool you are your day is being
dissolved into outer space to make way for intergalactic feces monsters here to
repopulate and refill the bull sh*t meter.He comes once every so often cause
fossil bull sh*t is depleting and prices for bull sh*t are on the rise. With a
record high customers that tune into bull sh*t every day hell every second of
their unfulfilled needs. Filling their tanks only to run out ten episodes in.
And when things look like they might never be better a fat man shouts that they
offended his master race of people and they only thing to do is to invade our
schools and fill them with the most bull sh*t the world has ever seen. They
still haven't met their quota so they force their way into the lives of the
average American house hold, focused only on stardom, waiting for there two
seconds of bull sh*t stinking in the sun only to crust over them and crumple
into dust. betrayed but not enough to lose the infinite trust stricken into the
hearts of children in school playgrounds. Like a smack head waiting for their
next fix, feeding on the billboards put their by the fat man. Seeing only the
truth thought up to sugar coat the reality of the moment. Like making the whole
world trip out and controlling their massive trip to the end.