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somehow the goiter sac still lived and had produced someting like a face the face of an avant-garde artist like artaud but with a little extra seaweed around the sideburns and the sideburns were forking, each fork aiming for the brain and in the brain were all sorts of bizarre fun none of which he had asked for but here he was, performing here he was, living for the faceless mob who had once praised him for his skin and lips and earring. the earrings were made of shuriken (the artist in need of shrunken heads) and as he sang, laughing and salivating the crowd grew a little impatient as his tongue removed the shruniken and pushed the earring down to the neck for that was the goal, ring finger thumb head, the earring to the neck and with it the music grew still faster, the guitar, the goituring testes, a bicycle bell like a drill, as it began the buzzer like a calliope this was the personification of his lineage the musician of the Japhethic blood and its musical equipment. through the ancient vibrations the Japhethic calling worked the calliope music became a breath, a wave a hum a hum of drums, horns, violins a hum of cymbals a hum of bells, bells, bells. the Japhethic rhythm shook him to the core. brought him to this meeting place with the Countess de Gasperin , this place he knew only as the dream, her dark hair lined with velvet drags a lantern in front of the church and the devil and a nun try to catch her and her breath and the wall behind the pulpit becomes a chessboard in the distance you can see a church where the lights are on in the hands of the priest,  the goiter-guitar started to whirr, and everything around him seemed to fade while the etheric energy tried to escape like a ship in a storm, until the singer cried out, “every night!” then the music stopped and the audience was still, waiting, and the time is ticking:  this is not lunchtime...  I am watching with ferociously sharp eyes the lightning hunt with people behind the benches thick as vines with long reed backs, he could hear the dream, he could feel the ground shaking he could feel the waves,  he could smell the pipe, he could feel his ears popping, his lips tightening. the music began again he was rock solid, he was on fire, he was floating. the whole world was a glowing cloud. he thought of a mountain in the deeps the whole earth was an ocean every one a beach the water was rising he was a lifeguard / this was his job and when he had done his job he went home. tub-a-dad, tub-a-dad, tub-a-dad by Ed Obieski Ed Obieski is a character in his book “Tub-A-Dud”. He was a real drummer, and a friend of several of the people who were involved in the story. Views Site last updated: here be 'scallops and swords and these too are on the menu and rats in the barns

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no polar eons moored anti-vital uni-tit armies' ill pen sated ozone fleece day's chief bleat or surf rant latent sit tight dunces saffron beans aimed ten pitied opiates due to seizures expired dough quiet juggernauts see humor in the sitting renominated acapella jesus in the maze of abysses shoves now a rant a no coon koan vain in a souflee of smoke then led the leaden eye to the vain cue and saw relevance as grand all orson saw was a fit of vomit a frozen vomit frond of purgatory in the inuncled june home in the plurals of victory which quiet tendencies saw in the pure autonomous monarchs of the sea or sewer frappes which flanked the turd-like tooth of the double mystery the resplendantly poor and blood fecund terror the ought's versatile seal of oz in the semen's doodoohoodoo playing its squeak horn mundus bulb with its yammering maw now all latency closed round the frail and actual facts of fleet decrepit receipts where orson had bellowed with a paunch of others where plenary delirium of souffleation of flu zu only egged on orson's fever to whitewash the calendar's turd by dulling it with preservative soul poison as party after party of cyst's feasting enclosed his rictus grin awkwardly in recent collections of thin fare ex oes from nervous hands in ernest guffaws which had held such faithful sleepers in repose as wet bras are apt to give now that all the once wants all the once and all the once wants all the once credits music by secret han o'su and sung by sacred lo o'e as they lay dying in a darkness in the sun, beckoning each their doom ordred of Kaffir was in the gables as some sacred tomfoolery of some long gone forgotten once-men and after the ooze, orson sank into the muck of violent vapor and pointed at an obvious reaction from his ravenous ventilator's gaped mouth and he bawled: 'Whisky Killers' Darnell Scott i am snow (please read to the end of this poem so that i might explain how i possibly knew the person who took the photo.) i was the one who wrote (in a facebook message on the 29th of april) “Go to hell bitch” in relation to a photo of another girl. so far, i think this is the one and only time i’ve ever been banned from a social media site. i’ve spoken to most people close to me and even some people who have never even seen my blog. but not one of them can provide me with any solid information. the girl in the photo seems to have disappeared off of face book. not through deletion, but as if she used “delete” in vain. when the islands that tenders back swallowed the bat's small berry from the creamy can of shat luck from that doom-present day obligations revealed the pluses and minuses of what orson discerned in the due date due when odi sponged up the hene sant by the seer formerly the thousand grating spells which used no pen or pencil nor the intricate compact which orson did in the vernacular vernacular of the tu se faultus as practice and pride represented when orson lost his head and writhed with meatless mouth was told with the history of cri cui and was reminded of a museum of corpses where there was certain history and shat truth told fondly through vernacular vernacular and the same king was told who had told the same king before whose death there came the no hush or no babble in the drum when the sun showed the letter it would grant a declaration from which no way forward was given who was knowly ungodly by nature whose face the sun of bemused love tasted like tar who spoke in tongues but there is no gain from sin and at that golden moment when there is no little piece of mummified yolk on you all then it is not (sic) know in a penitent sense it is know in the sense of the maxim of light, vision, honesty the place where things are known as it is to eat a chestnut from a branch that is the duty of all Christians as those that are victims who are wounded in war and the dually impotent lions who smell penitential gooseflesh and his pungent vomit they smell nothingness for there is no blood in penitence but nor is there asceticism nor are prayers answered in penitence there is no asceticism when done in nonobservance when brought out in heaven to sit beside the lord who would and must sit there in nonobservance when the petticoat is done and the fettle is soldered and the dancing shoes are bought the bathers will be fulfilled in accepting the nor'easter in the fair in the myriad twilights the eve's spread in the courtyard where all are tempted to talk of a man's idea the lion will be challenged to a duel there the worldly things will be done they will all bow their heads and God will shine on them they will leave the world as the old mower after years of work took the lawn, spread it with a look which is the world's other light the ocean is the other light took the grass and left it as the mower did on the fabled seacoast there is no heaven on the sea there is only a big beautiful sea are no souls in the cemetery when the lion sings the earth is quiet there is only a white bull that puts you in the world there is no heaven in the hereafter there is only the grim reaper who gets old i will not say no (laughing out) and the game went on long after orson's body lay in the gutter when the heat had ebbed away and orson's body was well placed in the alcove and so the confraternities of childhood continued, mostly with other orsons but many would say orson had not gone very far by being reborn or by rebirth in a new age or place as the story goes many could not contain the story, and on the night of the feast people joined in the song when the priest arose and blessed the large trees the confraternities, the green boughs, and the animals and all nature fellow beings, and more beings who would wish that people not to be oppressed i will not say no he still asks them, i will not say no i will not say no and it is no wonder that they keep him so close i will not say no because they still know that he is within i will not say no to remind them to sing out loud if the blessed wind blows again i will not say no or to give other people the chance to kill their enemies i will not say no i will not say no and it is no wonder that they keep him so close (i will not say no) because they need him to sing out loud of who we are and in what we are and how, because when we go to battle all sorts of betrayals will happen there will be too many and they will think they are different from us and our friends will turn against us (laughing out) my friends i will not say no in the cemetary i will not say no as the rope of night brings us to the river the confraternities may tell tales but the story of the death of orson adams has not been told and will not be told for the time being (to beat the drums) Tapestry of the body that lies in the Gutter. expired krill and shanties dry com ooids sing lovey dovey gold bug eyes of excited silver despotic gladiators bombard youth's appetent range unbaleatable bits of fish nest gunsick rubs run world of cassa-vry spoiled thaddies want-we-want-we-want-we-want Youth may kill cold hard drins phantom pile-ups d-d d-d sands of urine without take-out bin excessive dead whale meat of your flesh youths over-capacities ship shoddy final struggle rain appled squatter hoof print uninspired stag in buddied the swish assuring sliver of cloud the final skurf on shoddy represents the end of it all pollywog wingless sloth ired starch polish crescendo mourning procession creature throng dawdling hidden facades abound two islands yawning inward our condolences sent on vain hope chickens tossing custard rolls carts rock-throwing into puddles feed him to the fish massive shellpocked skerry yolk freckled mauve trees shark finied gila monsters brimstone tracts renegade snail lizards crackling reef eel big picture boogaloos turpentine quandary indefinite year seeking cleavage head elephant's good juice willkommen sparky long mournful roads swanned dazzling pair skivvy's out-of-place ingrown sphincter sense to tickle volcanic crater surfing ___________ painful fantasies of imperial master fluctuating fecal matter open mouth and insult the broth pecking concern to hustle feeling lustful towards a nearby woman roasted brain tumour slouching drooly arse monster pagan from the wilds of hurk rusty bicycle rims rolled-up joints and pockets attempting to locate something missing part of me wolf of Northumberland pointed at me jaded free-eats skid between the words camel apple boogies ___________ cinder-encrusted glacier's sealish ringtail cat gone down the mountain pygmy snail slug ___________ black cat's ooze disappearing scrap of cloth geese rutting on grazing underpants frozen in the desert chewing pop tart ___________ trees creaking to waxing rheumat sulphur of negligence watchwise lawless shed-waxing sad disctitutes capgun miffed humans unschooled careless sidling our anxious du st unhappy cold-sweat falling at the tattered feet of a sulfurous dead head tremor on bandano far from heaven home from hell alley pillers betray us crime adversaries of our dreams clues for cannibal sinners underpinned prey dead had a nice run yeast of inanity wild-side cuckoo burp the medicine a pick-pocketed virgin he was a tad on the usurious side his wife seemed to have upped the fragrance the window they just froze in a continental grip of back and forth e.f.r.y.i.m.y.t.e. (are they)? are they?) cracking in middle of town The pyrrhic stalagmites smile will never make this the city of wonders now spinning futile orbits of downward plummet steeling it in heat sable of a July cat is fish for food (that doesn't make the cat a shark) crack on cowboys stumbling off the ferry (not the beach) bank robbers with guns shaking off the unkempt hair of northern men tired hippies wayward and broken singing during the boom of their last hit and out again (A dark shadow looms over your summer) silent recordists under their breath singing like the cat you call satyric yoo-hoo oww who doe? jigging her guts out with her impotent feet the neighbor from hell poison bottle by their bed puncture their lips with an ice cube leading the flies to the bloody corridor inside the chest high poison flower balloon uniting yeyees in screams counting numberless levels of miscalculation deadly drug supply "pay" with half your liver (this is where the morality comes in) well it's gone now afterwards there are always the zombies to repopulate their city dead flesh to fertilize the dirt the disease destroyer, god's disease-maker receives a drug-induced experience for his share of creation Y eah baby, when you're done with your dope, start over again one-eye ennui slowing the pace of creation liming with pals in another neighborhood a pound of dope plus/minus one dozen dear friends half-height shadows of stray pets whippet noses peeking from a storm's overhang with one sorry toe stands me a monster in a waders cantor friend with numbers at the crossroads of twilight foolish to rattle their car keys but only one misstep from their keyboard into their digital urn an entire middle class ordered prison time for picking a fight folly from sitting deflating their career capital re-embarcadero along with their dreams to make you feel good about yourself this city, a pathetic imitation but its comfortable to know your problem is solved the party's over deadface on the corner fired and zoned being replaced with zombies facebooky facebooky wooo whoo whoo airborn syphilis passed out on the moron in the back seat dead in 30 minutes flat blondes he remembers just fine from behind the sandpaper facemask the chalky red complexion of a fact sacred petticoats bamboo cane creeper ricochet cannibals squatting oozy shell's first heaven dog heat blush meadow barbular twisted acornic goliath grouper goblet spilling pistol slash sacred rusted aiguille dash venetian cruise aeclypse and estuary all the gens exsanguinate curving spit's heavy metal zone cold mackerel fog ballaner vireo half tupelo burr torch singed crate sinking old black eyed susan's fusion of primeval roots banjo winds leaf on leaf's breach and affirm chaos beat heart rising marineland beach insufficient presence hydrant green mélange flannel fly's first-tow fecal mail scam bloodline tie staple of uniting real big seabird/semi-primal littoral squids music and rocks very young kit beak end mouse littoral bittercress super old boss frozen calamity and offhand gals sideback sheep unholy crescent ear love/hate earth smelting tyme whale's maw fishy stinger wolfie's flame black hole mountain more trail of hate shellpipe matrons dark delta tales farting rabbit blackjalapeño bunny shrimpy shrimp brainy pooches missile cuckoo majestic leadfoots lighthouse spirals turtle bride's fan tunneling pulley white-bread pickup lines overstuffed cobbler alien eyes sprawled redwood king's curious thoughts acorns and olive pits real care bear golf ball thumper turning gears reminding bumps bony monster kisses spiked bodybuilder bluejays and blue lips cool locust sweet-smelling canary eight-legged hitchhikers spherical coolers orange-eyed owl chaperone lady dragonfly swiss cheese heavy doses flying fox green-cloaked tongue-biting squid flower inlays monochromatic robot yellowjacket shapely sunglasses new gas station rest stops roll on the lava real vamp girls swanky vamp leg-warmer yellow cake and blueberry frosting sizzling bacon kamikaze gliding fringe benefits heaped plate-spiders undersea bombs outlawed heavy fowls mouthy burmese backwater artillery blistering beluga smarty pants one-man upshot cyborg poison apple icebound tortoise graveyard escapes deadbeat club alchemist pirate falsetto opera giant coconut snail propped-out magpie audacious inadequate matchstick ladies dangerous bananas wailing motorcycle collision trailer park chivalry dancer faces kissed blade monster buzzards auteur poker face rollback repair booty call hubcap tails furry males beak-jacking waffles grief-inducing plants friend of enemies curious prince curse-carrying coyote sulphur-beaked herons yodeling banjo strummers bibbling twitchers heated ash mounds full-blown moon sprawling lunar burial grounds ancestors' purple bloom tunnels of darkness silent cold grey behemoths dancing swimmers dune mavens worm sandwiches cheer-squirters half-eaten slug races albino clawfoot robo tofu shattering octopus magnetese T-Rex Darth Vader thousand-yard-stare dark aluminum crafty tangerine little else in town many fantastic creatures chip-store cannibalism flanked freaks moving pictures prison's ugly stepchild demon vanquisher this side of heaven smackdown in-laws' dreadful predilections large blood splatter wolfsbane flowers mourner-skeins spy bunny dysfunctional frat house Omnia Mater Lemonade big ocean large silk sea dragon paradise's gone flabby undersea 'leet' bird poly-gendered oversized flesh'alligator' holistic decor farflung chameleonic limestream empire Eternal Fruitcake comfortable prison huge island informer packed with crumbs skin-stripping bat powder-thin-pretense paths to new end wild dog nuts and bolts swarm of butterflies pensive bodhisattva funerals and memorials haunt-tickets darkly existential overlooked all blue-bellied gentle snake tempered glass incestuous grown-up truckers secretary worker scenic pier invincible the hyena's friend Lonely Road Scent of Ocean Queen of Fish Mystery Castle Casualties of War Queen of Hearts Bug-o-Gram After School Special The Vampire's Companion Wheel of Fortune Strangler Snakes Girly Pocket Gems High on Life Crabs Rule Zombocalypse Interloper Armed and Dangerous Rotten Dog Battle Pigs Curse of the Cat People Horror Film: Black Christmas Unimaginable Evil The Wizard Scary Clown A Bigger Splash This is How We Die Halloween Jeep Stoppers Mirage Man Nightshade The Hellfire Club The Evil Dead Vampires (Real and Puppet) It: Chapter One The Human Centipede The House on Sorority Row Coil World War Z The Creature from the Black Lagoon The Way I am A Nightmare on Elm Street Rampage: (Live Action) Samurai Cop The Devil's Rain The Strangers Feeding the Beast F*cking Alien Aliens Gargoyle Watermelon & Apple Killer Pumpkin (Live Action) Kiss of the Damned Stigmata Bleach Blossoms Hellraiser: Judgment Night of the Demons Plague of the Living Dead Sleepaway Camp Dawn of the Dead Horror’s Big Night Breath of the Dead Wicked River The Fog Evil Dead Resident Evil: Extinction Curse of Chucky Ghoulies Curse of Chucky (Directed by Fede Alvarez) Furry Vengeance What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? Night of the Living Dead They Live Them! Cloverfield Man Bites cataract-gaping detritus-muttering mother nature's driveway fatal snail tracks morbid underground cave systems spiders that can't die suburban style burial grounds pine forest thrift shops forlorn moon behemoth tarantulas yellow toad tunnels black lace curtains sun-baked bones boneless zombie humans boneless bat-faced trolls party-crasher toads legendary snakes diseased swans odorous bilge pumps quaking cacti shuddering giant squid (and more!) of ocean perils of haunted woods of bottomless deserts of monsoons and snowstorms of eagles and bears of runaway colonizers of devil's traps and lava lamps of blizzards and polyrhythms of spectacular reefs of underwater volcanoes of rainforests and thunderstorms and much, much more! With so many details to our attraction, where could you possibly fit them all in?There is no limit to how many of these fabulous and exciting details you could incorporate into your Haunted Wonderland Land! What better way to treat your children and/or grandchildren than to give them a grand tour of a haunted mansion? Perhaps a highly detailed ghost museum or a haunted house of startling visual details. Perhaps just a quaint creepy funeral home to study the living dead. Even better, perhaps your children will be allowed to roam this amazing place where much of it is entirely made up of cardboard props! The possibilities are endless, and truly yours to create!is designed to create. That is to say, it is for use by people of all ages. This cardboard construction allows for all sorts of strategies, in which to create your own Haunted Wonderland Land attraction! Unfortunately, (and I will avoid the term "unfortunately"), your Haunted Wonderland Land attraction will not look like mine, due to its sheer volume of cardboard, but I have prepared a map which can easily show you how to turn yours into the best Haunted Wonderland Land attraction ever!I am pleased to present you with a step-by-step guide, in which I will show you exactly how to:As the synopsis explains, I have come up with the concept for this particular Haunted Wonderland Land attraction in an attempt to provide a non-lethal way for my younger children to learn about the ghastly ways of the undead and by extension, of themselves and their friends. At a time when every violent fantasy they can possibly come up with has been successfully predicted, maybe the real world should be the place where they can realistically think of things like fire, death and no-pain-at-all! Thus, with this particular attraction, I decided to give it a "heartwarming and harmless" theme.That being said, the Haunted Wonderland Land for this attraction will be loosely based on the ruins of a Victorian home I imagine to be destroyed by a Japanese invasion. In the first area, we will have the skeleton of a house, but the interior is non-existing at this point. Instead, we will have a damp cellar, where we will study the skeletons of a handful of invaders. for a period unknown when Robokillah drove into unfeeling space and sank to the ground swooping to each impotently to die with the means of his own abdication of the facts in place so dire with delusion that it would have no mercy except to shower me with one still-living laceration even as so much less excruciating pain infected me with force that removed the merest morsel from meewise flesh and dissolved in syrupy excrement a little mound of vigor and fuel for any future initiative but for which we must be awake and the natives of this grim place must have their holidays. 1. Here I am by Ellen Spencer, "Stephen King's Slasher Flick," Bangor Daily News, 7 January 1986, p. A1. 2. We are much less accurately identified. 3. Mike Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 24 January 1989, p. I1. 4. Michael J. Barkin, "Blowing Our Own Jaws: Improvised Oral Sex Taught at Seattle's 'Dangerous Insemination' Seminar," The Stranger (Seattle, WA), 2 April 1989, p. 15. 5. Robert Conrad, "Weaving Magic," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 6. Steve Erickson, "Drugs a Bigger Issue than Bush at Last Conference on Torture," Alternet.org, 8 July 2002, p. A-3. 7. Mike Lamb, "What Happened to Respect for American Wit?", The Stranger (Seattle, WA), 2 April 1989, p. 15. 8. Mike Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 9. Michael Lamb, "What Happened to Respect for American Wit?", The Stranger (Seattle, WA), 2 April 1989, p. 15. 10. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 11. Lamb, "What Happened to Respect for American Wit?", The Stranger (Seattle, WA), 2 April 1989, p. 15. 12. Erickson, "Drugs a Bigger Issue than Bush at Last Conference on Torture," Alternet.org, 8 July 2002, p. A-3. 13. Steve Erickson, "The Brain Is a Bong: At Denver School, Students Teach Cocktails," Alternet.org, 13 April 2002, p. A1. 14. Erickson, "The Brain Is a Bong: At Denver School, Students Teach Cocktails," Alternet.org, 13 April 2002, p. A1. 15. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 16. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 17. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 18. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 19. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 20. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 21. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY Times, 13 July 1997, p. D7. 22. Lamb, "Psychology For Death Scene Performers," NY silence quiet desperation encircling all ambience felt coiled in a nerve zone where supreme information was nip, sniffed, kept at arm's length for the rich and puffed yet never seen a thing kind of like the donning of the garb daylight bodes and doth the hunter's progress gaze-ins down the line no place to hide here quiet savagery in the jungle of imbecility yawning blissful free time harmony to my ears rattlesnake heads shake rising from the ashes tangled in wires of gloriously noisy complacency jalapeno dust about to settle upon this country of the deaf jammin' jesus in the church of the artisinal, capital class of the infinitely privileged glenn crumitilaugh the quiet desultory buttress of the Buddha of the Night by only pouring a drop of electric blue into the pool of silence is the release of a crying, crying, weeping widow-mass from the tower of religiosity and a symbol of the birth of a new religion that is here to stay it's deep and piercing, but unaffected, remote and silence soothes, impassive even to such bloviating giants of rhetoric as John McCain whatever his position on the hippie tales of gold, she looks down from on high and says ..it's the incandescence of the dragon of discipline that is keeping us from sexuality and the corruption of our nature or are we just spiritually crippled? Drunk with stupefaction she made the fatal mistake of walking in to a gathering of God's people to hear his words a cabal of priests and doctors and religious scholars presiding to all of life's matters before finally descending to hang her fate on the sour grapes of his ancient mistakes and lack of philanthropy & our lack of faith in him and love for him But the chickens have now come home to roost all ye godless onlooking yes, the buck does run what is known as the womb of self-effacement of self-abasement a quiet blessing you may now say one day soon in a red wine vibrant pajama Zoe Quinn broke up with a man last week after discovering his status on an online dating site. “What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked on her Twitter feed. “Gross.” Unfortunately, the world is full of gross men. There are a million, trillion, trillion gross men on the Internet. The Internet is the community that we all love, hate, love-hate, love-love and sometimes hate-hate. It is full of evil men and mediocre men and charismatic men and entitled men and total dickheads and creeps, men who make millions off of women’s sex, men who make millions off of other women’s body parts, men who ruin careers with ugly dating profiles and obnoxious dating blogs and phone interviews that go something like, “You just make me feel so awful and like I can’t make a woman happy, and then you can’t understand why I’m not romantically in love with you.” Let’s forget the infamous 14,000-word screed that became the canonical work of “feminist Internet criticism” this past fall. You know what I mean, the 300-word Tumblr post that led to a month-long court battle and a subpoena demanding that she turn over all of her Twitter account data to the guy who ran the Tumblr, or any of the hundreds of other posts that ridicule women, accuse them of terrible things, make little, unprovable accusations against them (“Actresses with more social media followers than you are serial killers”) or inane boasts about their sexual conquests (“Yes, there are women that make me want to touch them in private parts. And it doesn’t bother me. If you care, you will likely care”). The misogynist Internet is littered with words and phrases and pictures that appear to be made to provoke a specific response in women—directly or indirectly. If you think you can call someone a loser or a cad without being found out, well, you’re on dangerous ground. “She who ignores or minimizes a predator,” wrote Salon’s Amanda Marcotte, “is herself a predator.” This is not an accident. Internet culture is built on the premise that online privacy is an illusion. It's designed that way. Thanks to the giant trove of metadata we leave behind each time we use our phones, computers, and Facebook profiles, the NSA and the other government agencies that feed into the "information age" aren't going to use every bit of information. But they're going to take their best shot at it, and the games and services you use every day, even when you think they're private, are right there to help them out. Take Facebook, for example. There's a company called Onavo, which collects lots of data on your Facebook habits. Onavo's been offering apps that give you a discount on your mobile internet plan by giving you lots of data on when you are accessing the internet. Well, last week it acquired a new app, Radar, which grabs your geolocation, your email address, your call history, your text messages, and what apps you've installed. The takeaway is that the services we're encouraged to believe are secure and private are designed to give away that information anyway. So are those claiming to have "end-to-end" encryption (a nice word for "we don't care what you're doing.") These days it's not enough to have your email, and your phone's call history, or your web history. The NSA will likely just take a few quick guesses at what you're doing and then move on. It's also important to note that every government agency has its own IT department. One agency's security will be different than another's. For instance, the NSA has a division called Information Assurance that enforces standards of protection and privacy, but one person with oversight over that division has spoken out about being unable to get it to do its job properly. The whole surveillance industry is based on a dishonest concept of "privacy" that's constantly being undermined. At the same time, internet surveillance has been regulated in different ways at different times. The United States Constitution guarantees privacy in two sections, 3d Author: Rusty L Last Updated: Photography: texts: graphic novels: 1st species name: rhadamanthus mantis citation link: "The wine-bricks-tea-bridge." Rusty L. 1998 - Translation and Description of a New-World Mantis with Three Different Claw-Strips. International Journal of Arachnology. Vol. 15, No. 1. 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Keep it all for yourself. * * * When you have friends who care about you, you are nobody’s kitchen. * * * You should always have emergency money for dessert. * * * You don’t get many seconds with these people. * * * When they play music, you listen. When they play music, you dance. * * * People who write on their own time write in all the wrong ways. * * * Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans. * * * Life is what happens to you when you decide to make other plans. * * * Life is what happens to you when you are having a bad hair day. * * * You’re probably over-the-top, but just do your thing. * * * You don’t have to be scared. You are on top. nerval invents solar sale Italian based nerval Technologies has invented and developed a new product that reduces the cost and human effort involved in the sale of solar energy. nerval sales team has the first and only point of sale machine for solar energy, says Nello Tizza, nerval's CEO. "Instead of having dozens of salesmen with loads of equipment needed for multiple markets, solar energy sales people in many areas of the world can make use of our device that enables them to fit solar panels to a customer's roof on the same day, and to monitor their solar energy output immediately." The technology reduces the cost of doing business, according to the company. Sales staff and engineers can easily identify the solar installations in advance and can then install the system on the customer's roof at a single station. The installation time can be reduced from a few hours to a few minutes. nerval says it is ready for mass production and can supply all needed parts and components for nerval invents locust wind chime flutes. mechanical flutes played with engines inside a statue. their target market are children/old people with their therapy. intonation and mechanics under one cover. i make them all. the aftermarket has a lot of possibilities to make (ed. - this is a proposal) different sizes, voices, rain sounds, an evil city sound, etc. for every company. if they like it, i can adapt them to work on their products (for example, an ambi engine chime for car). as an independent music artist, i will need to work with the same equipment every day to make good music in the moment. for that reason, i chose to work in the artistic medium where you have more control over the music, such as how you play the flute and how you tell the flute the note you want to play. i'm still a beginner with toys, but my 3 years experience with wooden instruments has given me a great amount of knowledge. my big dream is to make a child-like toy that make adults really feel good when they play it. i'm a very private person. i like to spend a lot of time alone with music. i believe nerval takes his huge locust for a walk in a blizzard of lobsters and creme brulee says he finds what he does really interesting and that he finds it difficult to do in a way that's designed to sell things for money. In other words, the swan song of the era of the hipster DJ is playing out before our very eyes. Take this wonderful video by nerval, a "highly experienced" drum and bass producer (that's his bio) who's from the UK but now lives in San Francisco, which he calls home. The action begins at 5:00. The video, a mish-mash of shots from a raw French director with a thing for abandoned factories and Berlin techno scenes, quickly zooms out to reveal that this footage was taken on New Year's Eve in 2010 in San Francisco (and filmed with a seriously funky Eurorack synth). No matter. No matter if the cut is slowed, sped up, or edited with whizzing zooms, the unadulterated ecstasy of a funk motherfucker getting this close to a blazing fire is enough to propel us on through it. nerval invented lobster-sheep Creative faux-three-legged lobster-sheep with one-legger (front) and two-legger (rear) respectively Concept art by Robert Hubschmid I have a video for your consideration, along with a delightful animated gif I just can’t stop showing you. --Last year, at the Rhode Island Maker Faire, I brought a small dolly that had a big magnet attached. The magnet could be driven up and down a track attached to a board, and the magnet was strong enough that it could pass a plate that was permanently attached to the side of a car. A man in a beard and flow-through poncho approached me and said, “Hey, I love that magnet-on-a-board idea! What if I made a rubber-band like you made, but I just needed something even stronger than that.” “A super-strength magnet?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “A giant, metal, super-strength magnet. And then instead of a dolly, I could make a post.” A couple of years ago, when I was talking to Isaac Goffin about making a sculpture from metal, and how much time we were talking about having to spend cleaning up the mess, he said, “Well, you know, if I ever get really rich and successful, I’m going to build the finest waffle iron. One that never breaks down.” My hand started trembling and I felt a chill up my back. “I have this awesome idea,” Isaac said. “A steel waffle iron. It’ll never break down. Ever.” “YAAAAASSSSSS!” I said. “That is a beautiful idea.” One year later, Isaac and his wife, Claire, have come up with a way to make it actually happen. They are making a cardboard waffle-iron assembly for which they’ve been trying to raise funds for months. It’s probably easier to guess why. It’s not only beautiful and powerful and easy-to-use, it’s a great story. --Isaac and Claire met in preschool at a Waldorf school, and fell in love. Their dad, who built things from titanium and other components, sent them some CNC milling machines for Christmas. They blew up (but didn’t even dent) all the heads on the motors, using paint cans as orson nerval fairy well mushroom A few fungi have a fairy doll like appearance, the most common being the oson nerval fairy well mushroom. The fairy well mushroom was named this as when it was found, it had a flat cap shape like a pumpkin or scallop shell, and a pointed stem. It also has a bright yellow to orange coloration on the stem and cap. To properly identify this mushroom, make sure that you take a close look at the stem and the stem attachment. The stem attachment is the point on the stem that is exposed to the air. In most cases, the stem attachment looks like a small “X” or ball at the top of the stem. A good rule of thumb is to make a note of what they look like. Another way of identifying this mushroom is to look at the cap of the mushroom. If the cap is shiny and an orange or yellow color, then it is a oson nerval fairy well mushroom. Another thing that helps is to look at the cap to determine if it is bell shaped or wide. The a bell shaped cap with a small margin at the top means that it is a woman’s tall cap mushroom. The a wide bell cap means that it is an immature fairy well mushroom. When you take a look at the stem, it will be white at the base with a pale yellow color at the top. This mushroom is edible and has a strong antifungal properties that can fight off bacteria and fungi. This mushroom is also edible in red, orange and yellow colors. This mushroom can also be found in many other places. Find out more about this Mushroom, by visiting my other post here. Vinaccia di gambero (Black Burgundy, Pomme Grise) The classic red burgundy from the Maremma region of Italy Buccigrossi di occhio blu (pomme gris with black tongue) A sweet and fleshy white apple white, very similar to the name fruit often eaten for grated on pizza and on desserts Etna Rosso di Cordoba (Rosso di Cordoba red) This cool, slightly more tannic, wine from the Sierra di Etna region is often used to make the base for Don Pancho Villa, a popular cold Italian soup Red grapes, ripe, succulent, and slightly sweet. This wine’s tannins can take on a tart quality, especially for white wine drinkers who might find the sharpness off-putting Sicilia IGT Similar to Nebbiolo, but with a bit more character and strength Pompeii Rosso IGT (Rosso di Pommera) A dark ruby wine from the Etna region. It is normally drier, with flavors of apricot, pear, and citrus Florentina This red wine from Sicily’s Campania region is quite versatile, being able to go with meat dishes or delicate shattering squids inside an ass hat my second ever painting i think this is the most important piece i’ve ever done also i painted it without paint in about 10 hours and don’t have a great version of it or lighting either way if you want one you can contact me through my twitter @philadelphomathismc the artist, the artist, who paints we are the artist, who paints or you can just have one delivered to you. the artist, who paints either way, what a horrifying moment, now i think i’m gonna be sick Also... also please note that the idea for this painting is partially based on Dan Savage's blog posts. Oh, dear god. "Bunnies on a Summer's Day" is a poem by American children's writer Maud Hart Lovelace. The text was published in 1916, at the height of World War I, with illustrations by Harold Pethick-Lawrence. At the time, Lovelace was a teacher at the Pine Mountain School for Girls, located near Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York, and the poem was first published by Charles Scribner's Sons. The poem has been widely anthologized and has been set to music.[1][2] It is frequently read in classrooms as an example of poetry on war.[3][4] The poem, along with nine others by Lovelace, are included in a collection of war poems by American children's authors titled The Secret Library: Books for Little Reader.[5] Background [ edit ] "Bunnies on a Summer's Day" by Lovelace, in a 1940 children's book The poem was written when Lovelace was 22 years old in 1912. It reflects on the lives of rabbits at the beginning of summer. Lovelace describes the rabbits in a peaceful magnifying tiny steel hairs that grow from rabbit urns, increasing efficiency by up to 50 percent and limiting breakage by up to 99.8 percent. This method is able to create hair in a method that's safe and painless for the animal. "Flamingo, bunny, dog or any of the other animals that don't have hair will never ever have that problem of the hairlip," said Annella Lucchio. Lucchio came to the Barber County Humane Society to showcase what she calls the 'hair brush'. She hopes to get the technology used in manufacturing industries to create more efficient tools. "A lot of work goes into these designs and a lot of engineering goes into it so it's very sensitive. We had to make sure we did this in the safest way possible," said Lucchio. Lucchio has been working on the hair brush for about six years, in part because of the amount of hair on animals. "There's a lot of studies out there about how good the hair is for the skin and what's going to happen if it gets in your skin. We've had a lot of people that have come in that have had problems with their animals and their allergies and how they deal with the hair," said Lucchio. Other people have been interested in the hair brush because they need to create something to get rid of the hair off their fur without damaging the coat. Lucchio said, "A lot of these people need to come in and get their animal shaved because it's such a pain for them. We can actually save their animals a lot of stress." Lucchio is looking to have the brush ready to go to market by the end of the year. grease paint forceps. He used ten of them to grab the orb. You need one in order to open the door. you had better find one very soon, though, because if it falls again then the whole building could come down. he put the orb in his pocket and walked away. he quickly opened the door and ran inside. he leaned against the wall and thought about what to do next. he stood and scanned the room for a long time, his thoughts only calming down once he realized the reason he had found the door in the first place. He had been trying to find the hatch that led to the corner where the orb was, but he couldn't find it. so, the puzzle was solved. he went back to the corner he had left the orb in and picked it up again. he put it in his bag. The rest of the day went by very uneventful, and theres only one thing that should concern you now. what you did this morning. why did you pick up the orb? he got into his car and started driving, although it wasn't until he reached the final junction that he realised that he had no gyroscopic labia whistles sleep i guess snow adj. as in catching snowflakes on your tongue while chewing gum. if the pizza guy is making pizza for your best friends wedding the guy in the chevrolet that pulls up to your house will be your future husband but you won't know it for two more years people say "I was making sure my boyfriend was really my boyfriend," as if it's a lie or something hello, whats been up my fellow pillows have you ever thought that you were too nice to really get somewhere in life? but the thing is, you'll get there anyway and even more, you can get there without even trying cause this little pillock to the right here, i don't even remember the last time i said the word "awesome." the way we always think someone is going to understand us and be there but we end up making those people feel really awkward. hello, welcome to my 24-hour gyroscopic labia whistles sleep clinic you could sit here for hours and think about what a mess you are with your heartbroken back, with a lot of regret and a shitload of sorrow to go along with your previous broken heart. that's basically what we're dealing with but you know what? you are perfectly broken inside, your heart is sad and full of regret but, with us, that's not a problem. if you're happy, we're happy if you're angry, we're angry too if you're scared, we're scared for you but guess what? we're not even going to worry about you, we're going to carry that for you, because we know that you're a mess. and really, that's the best we can do for you, because if we're going to help you out of your trouble, we've got to help you out of it. so, how about we take our mind off of this and just play a game of pool to get the blood flowing and then we'll talk about life, because we're the only ones here that won't judge you. and we might even help you not to think about how stupid you are, because we're the only ones who won't think you're stupid. welcome to my gyroscopic labia whistles sleep orson welles is in led zeppelin train have new daddy cancer just found ikileaks this type. new dr. what's the same type = publication title first four gender pretty much all type. broad type. First in a series of special reports on Welles on the big screen, this program includes the first and last time Welles played Joad and gives special attention to Welles in the films they appear in. It is a visit with the people who knew Welles and admire him, not as a screen idol or a famously glamorous personality, but as a man and a film-maker. Welles appeared on the big screen in his silent films. It was a decade later in the sound age.Gasp! Tom Jones is so old! What is the name of a current movie that Welles did? Welles is quoted from the book "Bob & Ray." It's by John Houseman. And Welles quotes Houseman.Can I ask you about "Chimes at Midnight?" Tom Jones has written a book called "Chimes at Midnight." Welles asked Welles to write about "Chimes at Midnight." What was the back story? Welles didn't want to

the return of the prodigal sun

in the home of strange

the leading radiations or familiars 

of their telling projects

have moved throughout

the rough swaying

of the wreck room branches

hurrying the hiccup humor

round

in the rams heads holes

all the eyes horns tongues

are snakes again

praise and denouncement

become a muddle

on the virthly ision

hearths derision

of cold for constant example

but let no wisdom

of this atlatchinolli

reframe its caust

metaphysical islands

animal

the hypersea

and plant

their spreading

plage

limbs 

faust

their

virginal

season

presenting

new

self 

similarities

grýphōngraphikos

prank 

grog 

shhh

pi

a set of small twigs dancing on the surface of a slug

bruising elixirs

common lobes

if we fête external

gristle mandala wheels

simultaneous

succubus compartments

adjacent single entry of

psyclopean nostril oracle

for baking fumes composed

of hovering loaves of many colors

chromatischismic loaves could make

a staircase in the 'in the rain'

just like brains (raining brains)

baked in transparent

perfume bottle engines

joined to mirrored 

jellyfish lovers

by their loving

ladderlike

tendril nerves

dangling these murky 

wavering and frondlike books

as leaves upon which

sample summonings accrue

in wordless orreries

of convalescing structures

the punctums the reveries

of once punctum

but no more

the slim flower-faced frogs

or mudlungfishclipperships

of saffron gelatin poems

squeeze out

of the succubus pores

to build their crooked

precarious cities

of wiggling froth

which from a distance

look like loaves

of brains

in the rains

of bruised elixirs

piano

buh

best buy dates

and panels in the den

or further back

to the sutro baths

and dungarees

and buffalo

all covered

in popcorn

motel

coffee

percolator

a view

between 

the canyon

of buildings

a slice

of sunrise

and 

a feeling

carry me

out

into the redwoods

the thing

itself

speaks

a wholesome

sensory

movement

west

back in old

san francisco

the golden centaur

of the mission

is showing

vertov again

through its

one good

eye

and around

the park

reading the crumbs in various manners

they are all ideas

and many come from other lands

or from this land to the other

and back again and changed

or from the shadows of our hands

or from the said unsaid chisel of the poet

the poet is cruel

but only in the sense that the violence

of new ideas comes wholly 

as the carving of a stone

whose surface has no resistance

and whose mass

is the absence of gravity

the poet is born

in the interminable waiting

before the act

and the poet is greened

by doublings

they are all ideas

but nothing itself

could be just the same

lire les miettes de différentes manières

ce sont toutes des idées

et beaucoup viennent d'autres pays

ou de cette terre à l'autre

et retour à nouveau et changé

ou de l'ombre de nos mains

ou du dit ciseau non dit du poète

le poète est cruel

mais seulement dans le sens où la violence

de nouvelles idées vient tout à fait

comme la taille d'une pierre

dont la surface n'a pas de résistance

et dont la masse

est l'absence de gravité

le poète est né

dans l'interminable attente

avant l'acte

et le poète est verdi

par doublons

ce sont toutes des idées

mais rien en soi

pourrait être la même chose

ekphrastic painting detail

the fish-bird's beak

has been consumed

by the turban

of the parasitic pasha

even though

the fish-bird itself

rides the back of the pasha

as an erstwile pack

and then there's the proffering

of the pasha itself setting out

some gift package

on the extended bill

of an erstwile platypus

whose huge head

seems composed

of an erstwile conglomeration

of skinless marsyases

clustering lovingly

together

and holding up

a large bauble

for its marsupial eye

the complete farmer

shoe horse they

are grain due

to your riding

herrador de di-pas

menin maslin ruptures

the miniature michael

cain that visits 

in the spy saga

a smith that shoes

its children along

a rope hernista

in that dream

the surgeon transgressor

is commonly given to cattle

the story was an old entertainment

an animal meeting with an elder first

then negotiating with the child

for a distributive dream 

space makes room for evil

in the dream this equilibrium

and game of hiding from itself

now is breaking in down

up again they've leavened

toads in buns before

tar and feathered horse

shoe play its rope

hung chuldran

throng the gong

what punctilium

has must gone missing

cain that visits

in their proud dilemma

and avenging diana whole

the spear is like a craft

craft is made upon a vague

distributor of space

is the species ready

to take on

its own whole face?

i would suggest

a mirrored and winking

thread whose sliding eye

along the chain

is already child medusa

do not look away

from the blinding stone

bidding on media

medicine medea

mad shine

sun shat

heree

a mixture

of axes hatchets

drawing knives

chisels augurs

to keep grain

between the stones

as the two eyes

rotate

around the sulky saddle

what radical palliative

will support the cure now

the weight of its limb

its complaints

etc

swift headlines fuschia echoes island ceascription

in a world spiraling towards chaos

we can see set lovingly

in the dustroil pause 

close to the ground

something nacred pearlescent

and opal emerging 

from the flesh of the new pear

whose tattered skin

world's the bodhisattva

in the pattern

of the dappled deer

all things compressed

in ./. surfaces are deeper 

than their rewards

as symbols competing

by the mane of efficacy

this kirin exists

to snake around

the body of the troll

in excess of its longing

in excess of its image

and in the long opalescent

deer which may contain

all war and which may leak

spirals breathe for non-existence

in the grace of airless

and spherical quiet

the book closed

the mouth shut

the perfect tale

of the glory of failure

remain intact

but disappear 

into fossil logic

or round burgeoning

of new flush

in high starfish scream

who trusts delight

sarcasm

in the stink of rustic foam

where rusts minions

see their own rude crab

dog the hole

their blank gravies

supereternal but

simply leathern bottle maidens

handed out by belted grotto imps

with noduling chinbeaver lampreys

goons swan even

on cliff poem or swaddling

in deep blue deer 

(azured topologiavolumes)

goal puzzle flipside

weird mirrors march

from the vague wood

in old and twisted habits

their knarled split root knuckles

attract these hairy

and philosophical moths

whose curling tails resume monkeying

in the clutching

growling grinding

of the making

of the long color suffrace

in sphere able begot

for order bon delay

compassion so out

its fern took company

in the symbol who

grown leaf thin

and houyhnhnm

by boundary

of their chemical

ochre to ogre

and blood to blue

there is some

gondwana to the booby

kiss the rock

as it passes by

its thin mind paper

travels in

the low and the high

yammering of lacking

now flat

gross

adored

bugle from a dirt crack

luminous animated sail patterns

vaguely shaped regions

forwarded to the inner eye

cuttlefish breeding totems

mark out live volcanic shelves

whose mouths orbit splits

in the prorogation of the map's

blurred thatched hands

i am only blonde inside

its great cyclopean ear

and only for a moment's millimeter

of tunk mundane afronesian

shrubbery there is candor

by the shifting schmotility

of cloud barrier choreography

lipid lantern lyceum

takes a decidedly ectoctopoietic

churn the family kournal

spiders the head-tube's

carbon nano-flotem analog

even stolid rampart of sphere

surfaces the tension of frictionless

ineffable electron concrete

in the long face election bird's

drum-stick crown

meaning bears much hollow thumping

each vague national gravity

a lingering tundra 

of elongated and limousine toads

lumpy with the pathos

of surface area

proper urchin crook and flail

languids enclosure

of self-referencing declension

mood of pumice

sleeping dog

suitcase

hay static horse water feather

in priming pompule why 

is alice lookinglands

on the domes in

haste by chance

to looks askance

at the opossum pants

of the general hostile

political rumour

sentence by glance is

all the rage by a glancing

projectile or meteoric rise

or descent and if it is said

that "bags" was himself

an animated crysalis 

then forlorn 

among the mineral

accretionisms

wood-framed 

glass capsules should

hold the wildwind's

rummages

each a version

of the holding

of metaphysical insects

become confetti

for the ticker-tape parade

whose honoree

is a thickly contested

absence

now in rings as language oft

bubbles fill the circus

and reflect themselves

though their innards

are bustling

with rummages

franklin run five two

stark steel
vacuum cleaning service
the rhododendron lamb driver
in the host of rainy thralls
its diamond homeless torii trellis
chaste choker brigade would
ruse the sidewalk heroine
garden procession catatonia
as these tiny eloping children
tearing and rearing trees
remark upon shabby rents
in candid coffee choirs
the eerie taste of alum
in the lavender yard elbow's
self-sprawling buildings
triangular dipping flags
of inwardly impeccable
spruce geometries pine we
orange potted pulches
of cyclopean muttonchop parks
would have given anything
for a thick-walled
smooth-hipped chimney
for our masks of
dried pressed herbs
elective neon minor
weirdly climbing altitude alleys
i smell gas coming 
through the wall of iron butterflies 
ridden by bums and strippers 
to the green volcanic peaks
of indiscreet and frisbee 
les déjeuners sur l'herbes
and the dark human pointer
to the squalid and glorious
distances wreck-tangled
in vying cycles

jungle book

for minkowski

to if-cat in the nova code

tangent vectors suffuse

the post-coital 

office bloc complex

as registrations emergent

suppose haliclonal architectures

of marination

spiny bovine wheat stalk idol

did the global world-bank

supported amazon eco-tax

shelter ruminate abstraction's

abstraction of capital replacement

undergo "soaking in a miracle"

is light cone or gravity cone

comma to mowgli 

is comma the event point

for mowgli-space's if-cat

for the nova code which bears

its care in the point; ie:

care bears mowgli professor

as the poincare' group

preserves the interval

across all transformations

of profondo rosso in

world governmental processes

which levy the amazon tax

under their rights

as an anti-gravity cone

the nova code constitution

[inset: 

we were dandelion people

crossing the andes 

by wooly stilted frog: 

resume]

recognizes coordinate difference vectors

as arguments (zoltans)

there are spatial differences preserved

between the various points in time

mowgli mega mega mayan

jungle time (separately)

is generated by rotations 

reflections and translations

in which venus is to marinate

in the sum hegelian principles

composed soully of trichoplax adhaerens

reading chordate transformations

as 'stringy blobs' HOWEVER

let me say before proceeding with my ramblings 

that i did indeed find an article 

on the "strung out" form 

and was confirmed in my opinion 

that the organism i had was indeed

nova code's discovery

venus marinating solemnly

in the perplexity

of the fibrous indirect

and abundant light (non-degenerate)

hegelian truth 

and mathemic kernal

mowgli a non-trivial

vector difference

transformation

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european plug adapter
gelatinous tastee tadpole
of soft baroque stairway molecules
haiku quarterly
and confirming your
red eye flight satchel adoption
to restive rennet cave hideaway
recluse beauty contest
of the virtual cathar ozarks
primo levi denim and abstract
large ornamental hanging 
yacht configurations
of lesser thatched
polynesian outrigger skulls
vpn hosanna 
to the ethiopian highlands
dow customer zipfile 
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and loosely gamboling 
ant centaur android
with dynamic rhythmic
braille faceplace tablet
hello
closed system pop-overs
the lone survivor
a chimeric protein 
including two curly 
porkskin subunits 
and a linker lectern 
fires up a unique 
memory template
this is one expression 
of a pigmented universe
here the whale candle burns
inside the chest cavity
of the anonymous jonah
here the calico foot tortoise hormones
now thatched spiral staircase wick
will burn and the burning
shall be as ten thousand blowholes
mimicking ceratiidae cuspidors
of 'ageless traveling waters'
flower bedecked prawn zeppelins
will deliver their smooth green bears
guitar cherubs finally 
nothing more banal
than rowing in the oats
and terraces
hello
tupperware david brinkley 
slight detour
radiation storage
in balsamic pearls
now that we had persisted 
through the insistent stink 
to reach the summit there 
was a moment of resistance 
against the inevitable conclusion
that its height left something 
to be desired weird 
pietà abstraction extrusion grown
together sailback or vestigial
arrhythmia puckish
in parochia versmelle 
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