Stream of Consciousness/River of What the Hell?

However, keep in mind the confined Hadesian odiferousness of Eunice "Lil' Fidel's Soot Reservoir" Pyrestein's corner Cigar and Weiner Rotisserie Shop's humidor. Therein it's smoldering atmosphere the wisdom of the nicotine-stained is freely shared, bets are placed, and second-hand/rescued parrots are force-fed the day old sausages (shaped as they are like comedy prop Lil' Smokey Sausages sans their usually steeped in red 'sauce') for the amusement of the young that gather outside the glass enclosure. It should surprise no one that the matchbooks from said enterprise are highly sought after and collectible. The scribbled faux-Taoist notes upon their respective covers--penned in the aforementioned red 'sauce'-- regaling the wonders of witnessing engorged avians 'duke it out, bird-style' are the toast of the transient community, as these denizens are reknowned for favoring cigar butts pierced with toothpicks...and the occasional parrot pin-feather....

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