Squared Up Nazz

Sunday Services Postponed

Lord Buckley spoke to me while Morpheus was diggin on my eyebrows and God's lanterns were shinin in the sky and said,
"You been sparkin the vine wid so much false hip on the Nazz, baby. All this jumpin salty has me foul headed. Time to buddy with some cats and kitties that practice credulity before you is miles from noplace, and shook and bleedin inside.
Now you put it in the book, lay it down, put it down dat we gotta knock the corners off these squares - dat the main day cat on top want mi'lords and mi'ladys to romp 'n' tromp and wail and jump and be groovy and frantic and sweet and strong. Vance the worthy and swoop the scene from the hung up, backed up, framed up and jacked up cross loaders and double dealers dat is hangin up the sweet rhythm of life cuz they out of their skulls and duckin' the flow.
You have one groovy day full of the glorious ecstacy of cathedral headed beauty and dig each other rightously. Not much of a wig stretch, if you cool yourself and swing for the moon."
Thank you, Lord, I'll speechify this. Stay cool, and I'll catch you down the road.