Windbags Over the Midwest...

I Digress...

A minor digression
In pursuit of the Black Baron

Mannequins in iron lungs
Skateboards in amber
Scent of dirty fingernails on a greased blackboard
Exploding tarantula cactus.
Ruben Kincaid!
Ruben Kincaid!
Why must Danny always pay for his machinations?
Little men of painted wood
How you toil in the fields
And on roads, infested with thieves
In cities do you take up cloister
And practice your arcane rites
It is land you seek
And land you shall have
Except for the Man in Red
Momma's boy
Boy's momma
Humanoids from the West
Prefabricated culture
Icons
Youcons
Themcons
There's no Icon in Teamcon
Oedipal complexions
In a painted bus
Ruben Kincaid!
Ruben Kincaid!
Where is Ruben Kincaid?
Mom wins again
My eyes are up here, Keith...