Sunday, November 2, 2008

Hurmourless Humor, Dostoevsky's Father

At length he quarrled with the cook and threw him into the boiling cauldron,
Robin Goodfellow, Transcendental sentimentalism, Is god the pipe-smoking wreck
inside Beat Coven's ruin? Broke Guvnah's SHoe?

I don't know, little Frazetta pine-cone.. Did I hear a lambkin, Brother Ruth?

Aqua Vitae lingers where Leger once strolled,
lovingly caressed by King Zelda white shattered Mohawk newspaper label.

Dead movies. Natural-born CVyborg's. White hot gasses
of ancient hell-bellies, hill-billies..

Goaty thrones, squawky parliaments, gassy litigations..

Fie and humbug,
kisses and milk..

WTF
in towering dread
watching old Monty Python reruns
with my retarded Uncle.

Get your opinion a grant, and get in line,
Edward G. Robinson's time in the suicide cinema bed.

AND: [ROLL TEARS]..

(Frank Frazetta Loves Sarah Louise Heath Palin)

"Ogre woman goes 'round the world.."
Dead beast campaign nightly refridgerator..
Cowgirls doing yoga.

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