glandpa's
glurn
and
hobble
po
modag
cobble
the first word
is the last word
in ONTEULOGY's
grrr-din
Loco motion absalute!
Looks like the standards of display have replaced the game, or has the game replaced the (oh
Chaormina, when your locket skipped trailing chain, your woven hair chain brain skirting brine white keels of slod, oh how my lapels flashed in the midday sun, this pool cuttle's prantoid voxulumpen..)
Caryatids we, slide rules for slippages not yet seen through the scree of serene sirens siring whine
now pause
before you enter
oblivion's rustic garret door
to the beyond
i imagine scooped out gargantuan melons and meons
line with satin
and chromagnits
skewers of roasted jellies
hovering helicticoidal nubonth
our telebath await uew
how long should Angel Freud
wait against the red tongue pillar
mouthing the same word
PARAGRAPH
PARAGRAPH
farrago rapine upon nouth's nexp[ulp[on
My cornea goes out to you..
varlots cast in hyle's glad and heavy meadows
will embrace the dowsing crutch
and hand their own hang
where the whirlwind
skirts the butcher's bottle
my dream wind goads a hollow cart
whose shadow like a key
takes all people to the place they most adore
it was one fine day
in the middle of may
and white zeppelins
fake furred the ambulant puppy capes
toward
knighthoods greet shapeleons
in the hush of phosphoresing clover
the lover's eyes
closed
to the inner light
a gesture beyond reaching
finality's
arcing
KOIN
coin koi hue
meet you in labrydelphia?
I'm studying turtles at the moment along the hymn where hide,
and all in stitches
HAHAHA!
There's something in your soup dear, here:
(FLOOR PLAN L)
is the last word
in ONTEULOGY's
grrr-din
Loco motion absalute!
Looks like the standards of display have replaced the game, or has the game replaced the (oh
Chaormina, when your locket skipped trailing chain, your woven hair chain brain skirting brine white keels of slod, oh how my lapels flashed in the midday sun, this pool cuttle's prantoid voxulumpen..)
Caryatids we, slide rules for slippages not yet seen through the scree of serene sirens siring whine
now pause
before you enter
oblivion's rustic garret door
to the beyond
i imagine scooped out gargantuan melons and meons
line with satin
and chromagnits
skewers of roasted jellies
hovering helicticoidal nubonth
our telebath await uew
how long should Angel Freud
wait against the red tongue pillar
mouthing the same word
PARAGRAPH
PARAGRAPH
farrago rapine upon nouth's nexp[ulp[on
My cornea goes out to you..
varlots cast in hyle's glad and heavy meadows
will embrace the dowsing crutch
and hand their own hang
where the whirlwind
skirts the butcher's bottle
my dream wind goads a hollow cart
whose shadow like a key
takes all people to the place they most adore
it was one fine day
in the middle of may
and white zeppelins
fake furred the ambulant puppy capes
toward
knighthoods greet shapeleons
in the hush of phosphoresing clover
the lover's eyes
closed
to the inner light
a gesture beyond reaching
finality's
arcing
KOIN
coin koi hue
meet you in labrydelphia?
I'm studying turtles at the moment along the hymn where hide,
and all in stitches
HAHAHA!
There's something in your soup dear, here:
(FLOOR PLAN L)
I am the GREAT MONKEY BOTIMO!
sounds like gravitas just got awarded the elastic lace medallion
from the bloc cadre's lunical bot-wash..
Ssstandarrrd subscriptioin rates APPLY!
I just wanted errybody2 nodat..
All of California
in a ten gram brown paper bag.
There's no sense pretending you're not part of a larger consciousness,
an unconsciousness which is yet
conscious.
My right hand is the pupil,
and there's a candle balancing
on my nose.
Nonsense.
You're either WINDUST or AUGUSTUS, but both ways
you get to keep the nifty crown!
Somebody told me once, but I forgot.
Want a hot iron seed for your leather bladder?
"I'm totally open to you!!"
(we're closed)
the liberation is advancing.
the gauntlet is caste,
and it keeps
the sign
from blowing
away.
sounds like gravitas just got awarded the elastic lace medallion
from the bloc cadre's lunical bot-wash..
Ssstandarrrd subscriptioin rates APPLY!
I just wanted errybody2 nodat..
All of California
in a ten gram brown paper bag.
There's no sense pretending you're not part of a larger consciousness,
an unconsciousness which is yet
conscious.
My right hand is the pupil,
and there's a candle balancing
on my nose.
Nonsense.
You're either WINDUST or AUGUSTUS, but both ways
you get to keep the nifty crown!
Somebody told me once, but I forgot.
Want a hot iron seed for your leather bladder?
"I'm totally open to you!!"
(we're closed)
the liberation is advancing.
the gauntlet is caste,
and it keeps
the sign
from blowing
away.
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