Dante to primates with bananas, herbs and droppings

[Joseph Tracy]

The pirates' apprentice don’t know what it means either. Ya dream the deep shit right before the monkeys start dropping from the sky, right after the snotty conversation with the giant adenoids, right before the banana breakfast extravaganza, right after the rocket shoots up like a star of wonder and dread. He’s just trying to stay alive and do his job. 
     
His job is getting weird. Literally, that is what he does. He picks bananas and gets fantastically weird.  He’s an apprentice weirdo with his private pirate eyes wide open.

 The world does a lot of weird, fragments of peculiar alkaloids merge with rooftop earth. Smells herbaceous, musaceous, more than a hint of minced banana and it turns out the rocket did have his name on it after all so he’s headed east driven by his batman, Corporal Wayne.  Biff,Pow, Blam! Rock that rocket musac with a back beat, bring in the tubas, now scream, and try not to fuck up:

Tens of thousands of serious readers  are  crowded in the green Lagonda, just wondering w t f is this shit? 

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