Prey a Ransom

 I was preying on a ransom, aware of my virtuous reality relying on the spoilers of War.

The Gods have spoken, lets make the bear play Sitting Bull and go to Canada, as it

eats  free spearribs under the Th and the energy drinks calling on the Monster. 

Thorium was irradiating its good graces, making the audience captivated in the mold. 

Some blind patience players there getting their ESP checks corrected, to cheat on their

spouse, so they could throw in their winning hands and be a Gentleman, while a Lady.

Hyperinflating the prices and expectations until my throat was crushed by Orgasms of Pain.

Blame Canada, because he's at fault, then Amertican Dreams can't look into the mirror 

in the morning, then the Monkeys are playing drums upstairs. I will imprint my middle-thinger

in ASCII inside your brain, to take all the positions and spam on your gutteral feelings. 

The 5th Elements will Avenue a new Kings-Road across the Road 66 and Kings Cross.