Every fold is sacred.

Every fold is sacred.

This tenet governed his actions as he reverently typed away, taking great pains not to desecrate the preceding fold. He'd purified himself beforehand by bathing in a frozen lake, &

Allen Ginsburg appeared and read his poem of the same title. The black dog gurgled in delight afterwards. He was a poet and wrote in Doggish to Beth-Anne about how the sky

filled him with nostalgia. Beth-Anne swooned her psychic powers grabbed Allen by the heart and pulled him to the love chamber. However; she miscalculated how fragile his heart was

and it burst open and spilled over into hers and they became one giant heart so she was limited in being using her powers to moving other people. What can I do she said

. Ralph spoke up. "Marry me!" his voice cracked. She turned, rainbow sunbeams sparkling around her now opalescent hair. "You can escape now & we can move to Omaha & be my wife!" he

really went at it, in with a kiss. C'or! Caw, caw peck, peck, peck, dither, dissipate. Ralph outlined a schedule with "Plane tickets to Omaha". The much-kissed woman hesitated, and

slowly gave Ralph their tickets all the while looking like a surprised mouse

who's thighs were chafing. "I guess that answers that question", said Ralph smugly giving each of them their ticket. The girls each got an extra light tap on the elbow for luck.