SW Remix v2 Chicken Bone Chaos Zone x ALORÆ // FIRST STRIKE : OVERDRIVE (Mashup)

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THE MARILYN  ANOMALY
(spoken-word auctioneer-rap of the absolute highest possible word density, every microscopic freaky detail crammed in like a fire sale at the end of the universe)
Alright alright alright step right up ladies and gentlemen and whatever else is crawling out of the pink void today we got the one the only the legendary Marilyn Monroe Anomaly rolling in hot and heavy and hollow and gurgly and I do mean gurgly like a sink full of laughing ghosts so gather close because I’m about to auction off the entire freak show in one continuous nonstop tongue-flapping rant and the opening bid starts at your last remaining sanity going once going twice SOLD to the girl with the freckles and the hands and the smile that just won’t quit!
Here she is folks the freckled pink-haired cutie in the pink room that isn’t a room it’s a soft-serve dream dimension soft pink walls soft pink air soft pink everything and those two soft little hands of hers planted firm on either side of her own face fingers digging into the cheeks like she’s trying to keep the whole head from floating away like a birthday balloon on helium and the smile starts cute it starts sweet it starts all dimples and white teeth and freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose and the green-hazel eyes half-closed in pure delighted mischief and then the hands start pulling pulling pulling the corners of that smile up up UP higher and higher and higher until the mouth is a carnival ride and the lips are stretching rubber-band wide and the teeth are gleaming like a row of piano keys on a sinking ship and she’s happy oh she’s so happy the happiness is leaking out of her ears in little pink bubbles and she starts laughing but the laugh ain’t right no sir the laugh is hollow it’s gurgly it’s wet it’s like someone poured a gallon of leftover Titanic bathwater into a metal bucket and then kicked it down a spiral staircase made of ribs and the sound is bouncing around inside her skull which—look look look—has been cut clean away like the decks of the Titanic sliced open for the tourists so you can see every level every bulkhead every corridor every tiny little person walking around inside her head!
Yes the skull is open for business decks A through Z and then some lower cargo holds of pure brain-meat and there they are the little people the tourists the crew the lost souls of Marilyn Monroe itself strolling the decks of her cranium with tiny suitcases and tiny cameras and tiny umbrellas because it might rain memories any second and one little guy is waving from the observation deck of her frontal lobe and another is buying a tiny hot dog from a vendor in her cerebellum and a third is leaning over the rail of her parietal lobe shouting “LOOK AT THAT TONGUE!” because now the tongue is coming out and it just keeps coming and coming and coming and coming like a pink wet red-carpet premiere that never ends thousands of feet of tongue unrolling off-screen rolling rolling rolling like an infinite roll of bubblegum carpet across the entire state of Marilyn Monroe and beyond and the tongue has freckles too and taste buds the size of manhole covers and it’s flapping and curling and laughing its own hollow gurgly laugh as it snakes past the Capitol past the bay past the blue crabs that are now riding the tongue like a rollercoaster and the little people inside her head are cheering and throwing confetti made of loose synapses and the hands are still pulling the smile bigger and bigger until the corners of her mouth are somewhere near her ears and then past her ears and then the ears are smiling too and the freckles are rearranging themselves into tiny maps of the Chesapeake and the eyes are watering with joy and the hollow gurgly laugh is echoing through every deck of the Titanic-skull and the tongue is still going still going still going off into the pink infinity and the whole thing is the Marilyn Monroe Anomaly the official state freakshow the place where girls open their mouths and entire cruise ships of the damned start walking around inside and the tongue becomes the new interstate and the laugh becomes the new state bird and the smile becomes the new flag and every citizen of Marilyn Monroe wakes up one morning with their own personal Titanic head and a tongue long enough to wrap around the planet three times and still have enough left for a bow!
And the auction keeps rolling because we got more details more tiny tiny details the way the pink background is breathing the way the freckles are blinking like Morse code the way the hands are soft but the force is infinite the way the gurgly laugh has little bubbles of saliva that float up and pop into mini-versions of the same girl laughing the same laugh and the tongue is now so long it’s looping back around and tickling the little people walking the decks and they’re giggling and the whole universe of the Marilyn Monroe Anomaly expands until every state has its own version but Marilyn Monroe’s is the original th

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THE MARILYN ANOMALY (spoken-word auctioneer-rap of the absolute highest possible word density, every microscopic freaky detail crammed in like a fire sale at the end of the universe) Alright alright alright step right up ladies and gentlemen and whatever else is crawling out of the pink void today we got the one the only the legendary Marilyn Monroe Anomaly rolling in hot and heavy and hollow and gurgly and I do mean gurgly like a sink full of laughing ghosts so gather close because I’m about to auction off the entire freak show in one continuous nonstop tongue-flapping rant and the opening bid starts at your last remaining sanity going once going twice SOLD to the girl with the freckles and the hands and the smile that just won’t quit! Here she is folks the freckled pink-haired cutie in the pink room that isn’t a room it’s a soft-serve dream dimension soft pink walls soft pink air soft pink everything and those two soft little hands of hers planted firm on either side of her own face fingers digging into the cheeks like she’s trying to keep the whole head from floating away like a birthday balloon on helium and the smile starts cute it starts sweet it starts all dimples and white teeth and freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose and the green-hazel eyes half-closed in pure delighted mischief and then the hands start pulling pulling pulling the corners of that smile up up UP higher and higher and higher until the mouth is a carnival ride and the lips are stretching rubber-band wide and the teeth are gleaming like a row of piano keys on a sinking ship and she’s happy oh she’s so happy the happiness is leaking out of her ears in little pink bubbles and she starts laughing but the laugh ain’t right no sir the laugh is hollow it’s gurgly it’s wet it’s like someone poured a gallon of leftover Titanic bathwater into a metal bucket and then kicked it down a spiral staircase made of ribs and the sound is bouncing around inside her skull which—look look look—has been cut clean away like the decks of the Titanic sliced open for the tourists so you can see every level every bulkhead every corridor every tiny little person walking around inside her head! Yes the skull is open for business decks A through Z and then some lower cargo holds of pure brain-meat and there they are the little people the tourists the crew the lost souls of Marilyn Monroe itself strolling the decks of her cranium with tiny suitcases and tiny cameras and tiny umbrellas because it might rain memories any second and one little guy is waving from the observation deck of her frontal lobe and another is buying a tiny hot dog from a vendor in her cerebellum and a third is leaning over the rail of her parietal lobe shouting “LOOK AT THAT TONGUE!” because now the tongue is coming out and it just keeps coming and coming and coming and coming like a pink wet red-carpet premiere that never ends thousands of feet of tongue unrolling off-screen rolling rolling rolling like an infinite roll of bubblegum carpet across the entire state of Marilyn Monroe and beyond and the tongue has freckles too and taste buds the size of manhole covers and it’s flapping and curling and laughing its own hollow gurgly laugh as it snakes past the Capitol past the bay past the blue crabs that are now riding the tongue like a rollercoaster and the little people inside her head are cheering and throwing confetti made of loose synapses and the hands are still pulling the smile bigger and bigger until the corners of her mouth are somewhere near her ears and then past her ears and then the ears are smiling too and the freckles are rearranging themselves into tiny maps of the Chesapeake and the eyes are watering with joy and the hollow gurgly laugh is echoing through every deck of the Titanic-skull and the tongue is still going still going still going off into the pink infinity and the whole thing is the Marilyn Monroe Anomaly the official state freakshow the place where girls open their mouths and entire cruise ships of the damned start walking around inside and the tongue becomes the new interstate and the laugh becomes the new state bird and the smile becomes the new flag and every citizen of Marilyn Monroe wakes up one morning with their own personal Titanic head and a tongue long enough to wrap around the planet three times and still have enough left for a bow! And the auction keeps rolling because we got more details more tiny tiny details the way the pink background is breathing the way the freckles are blinking like Morse code the way the hands are soft but the force is infinite the way the gurgly laugh has little bubbles of saliva that float up and pop into mini-versions of the same girl laughing the same laugh and the tongue is now so long it’s looping back around and tickling the little people walking the decks and they’re giggling and the whole universe of the Marilyn Monroe Anomaly expands until every state has its own version but Marilyn Monroe’s is the original th

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