Pushing The Red Button

Steam conceals the bounty hunter that I KNOW is behind me fractured and turned upside down and being pursued inside of a can containing twenty-five children while I hold three images of Jesus and the blisters grow jellybeans bursting from every orifice while the dripping cools me but the grip gets looser and looser by the second maybe a clown wig will do the trick but the dragon will still figure it out and now we're all holding hands inside of the balloon as the sour taste erodes everything.

We're all just a bunch of flies trying to figure out who Josh Duhamel is without being too gay about it.