On Beast Government

It takes an elephant to get those on top of the elephant visible.
It takes those on top of an elephant to destroy the elephant.
It takes those outside our law-ripped body to get their big woodcarved nose in a dream on the carpet deep inside each body, invisible.
The machinegun inside the elephant blows on an 8-legged horn called Rita Hayworth.
Then the dunk got up, crawling, added a blessed and massive mass of its own and went for a walk.
Half the Amazon wouldn't have been large enough to get rid of it, half of the table to make the other half.
Elephants make blond girls, a good actor don't need to move,
a glove is the person left without.
It's a classic move to disappear in overexposure.