Wilfree Pepperduck was borned in the canteloupe antelope hotel. His eyes are dead seeds that willnt sprout no matter the number of times you say hello and kiss his outstretching hand. Them and those who kiss his outstretching hand must be dreaming dreams that fall off the planet, because their lips are burning forever with pulp acid. Now they stand on bone scaffolds way above the hotel, firemouths scorching his songs that rip through their heads like cabbagewire.
You dinna know what that is? Well, Ima Knot going to tell you. Why you look disappointed?
"OBSERVERS OF MR. PEPPERDUCK! THE CABBAGEWIRE IS AN ETERNAL RAZOR REEL OF WRATH AND ILL WISHES, THE UNCOILED SHADEBRAINS OF STUFFED ORPHANS, THE IRE BEHIND BUTTON EYES THAT GLISTEN AT NIGHT - SHRIEKING SCREAMING TO FRANCIS XAVIER 'WHY YOU TATTOO MY CLOTH ASS AND PUT ME IN BOX AND SELL ME TO THE STORE AND THEN the children! WE WILL GIVE YOU DIMPLES WITH NAILS!'" says Ima Knot
See, I told you Ima Knot going to tell you.
You keep on watching Wilfree Pepperduck. The petroleumfall winkles its coming in the dark part of his deadseed eyes. You got plenty to see.
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