So sir we've scheduled this outage, so you know sir uh,
syrup and your seven minutes please. Bringing returning
back, forms fold into the folio. We only party at night
bc it's black and maybe the kids won't know. The don't-
do delivery boys stroke Jemima like she likes it.
The magic circle firm inducted trainees; some wove
complex green balls, breeze. Bringit round back
& give Bridget the password: crack. Look at me I'm
irregular, rugged girls steel curls in peripheries.
Ask your friendly neighborhood marsupial, sure.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
2 comments:
Yes go ahead. To the door ample, and pull--like General Wes, we's going west. Do the door to the
poor let it pour all night mommy, like the let-
down rain in the Red River damn it, Fargo far from it and ran it, down the zig-zag slide of Nobody's Hollow. Nobody answers anymore to the poems I read them. Had to quit
blazing herbs in
glass bowls just to hear them myself, in my head,
before they are read they are just red blood cells feeding brain cells electromagnetic
particles, these turn
into synapses--communication! oh glorious!--between these silverspring heads we port like hired hands in a hotel lobby, gimme that body mommie, let
me wrap my towel around-y and go down tee the mother fucking bottom, let's dig a hole
and spoon like the crab nebula, I take a drag of the wisdom and emulate greater minds and statesmen, inventors,
electricians, et al--put my foot to the metal and get on down the mother fucking road.
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