My Name is Francois Dallegret.

foreign blurs enter the cavern

be belief of high bee

o hathor

to me bo hee ha

me tanka high

a rock rolled from

the top of the pyramid

felling three palms

and fins sing

at another pyramid

then we put the pyramid

on a table

like a cake

and called it

bee

in an octagon

of coriander

mad-lib being the secret seed of all culture

and matter for that matter

and fell back on my own rough rewards

and rustic entertainments

Cocaon Ape Oostle Dinx

Belgian UFO cam

Chairs make a perfect porcupine.

And forced the lead through winter, thus was the funnel

of our discontent, pick up any glossopteris, optic gloss,

time before line.

Jane, you ignorant slut.

The perfect pavilion: clamshells embedded in immaculate white concrete

as far as the eye can see.

Now primates need drill finger gowns for scrati-scratio with solvent goad.

In Anubis hollow jade snout a severed thumb

is redolent with camphor.

Mask of no mask.

Emperor of no imp.

He can open a jar.

We watched the fireworks from here.

Pineapple columns support

the palm leaf parthenon.

Rock Star = Palingenesis

Religion = Reading

Poetry = Torque

Blog = Weird Torker

"That's no hair soup."

In our universe, every star had just one earth like planet of varying development.

On our planet, Charles Bronson played the Pharaoh instead of Yule Brenner. 

and Tagalog is English.

Peope sa, "Udamantine Buglow."

Faire Mignon.

I prefer Francois Dallegret, but I can be bribed.

or burned in oil.

or beheaded.