Fathom Fandango flashbacks
A man with several trillion hands fans the flames of bi-centennial lands...
distances triple like petri dish band camps
and I have no idea how this land mass laps land scraps
elliptical planet flight paths stand back from galaxy black holes and intergalactic sand traps
so stand back...
Anamatronic DNA strands snap like rickety Indiana Jones temple of doom-esque bridges in search of the crowns of goddesses on scam scraps and blank maps
that highlight surfing tsunami's and moonwalking tanned planks surrounded by legions of savages and spear wielding mad chaps that dance till the sky cracks and constellations shower planets like water from man taps
My mind grips patterns tighter than Van Damme's hand clamps
and that's that.
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