Sunday, July 6, 2008


White ghettos are leveled by the massive platforms of the 300 foot tall Rufus Thomas.  City blocks are torn up as he does “The Funky Chicken.”  Poor whites flee their tenement apartments as the air becomes pungent with the overpowering stench of his Hai Karate. 

No one knew if he could ever be brought down.  That’s when the sun on the horizon seemed to be blocked out by the enormous form of the 300 foot tall Isaac Hayes.


The two giants of soul battled until the landscape of the earth was battered and bruised, and the two automatons could fight no more. 

And that’s also how the craters of the moon were formed.



Blogger J'Mza said...

don't jump the fence, cause it don't make sense

July 6, 2008 at 9:04 PM  

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