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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

by morning, you’ll be gone.

leave an open window and a widow,

sweet crisp fresh dew,

due to wed and web our dues.

bound red stained string rings,

the lone lovely sting of spring.

cobwebs will fill the space,

where spiders crawl between,

french knit bed lace,

til they breed and lay their eggs.

even when day breaks,

ill be mourning and you’ll be gone

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Cha͖͖ͤ́i̮̖͙̗̖͔̗ͮ̋ͨ̈́̂͂n̞̤̳̯̱͚̫̆̌̒ed logic stuTTe̠̹̟̦̯̝͂͒r̻̻͓ͬͮ̈ͪ̃s,
shi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖fts,
opens a r̖̖̫̰̭̼̞̩͙͙̤̥͍͈̹͎̓͊ͭͯ̿ͤͩ̀ͮ̈͑̉ͭ̑ͣí̳̙̫͓͓͕̣̻́̒ͮ͛̿ͅͅf͔͈̦̺̣̭̄̆̀͑ͬ̈́ͬ̍͂̾͛ͪt̫̠̞͔͈̫͍̝̹͕͓̎̏̿ͪ́̈́ͫ͂͑͗̓̿̐̽̿͋̄ͅ.

"forgetful" nature;

Mere Emanation and Twi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖nkles.

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Silver ports unseen
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C O N N E C T. . .
detect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
regret. . .

PEPE IS FOREVER

MONEY IS ALL FANTASY

Cha͖͖ͤ́i̮̖͙̗̖͔̗ͮ̋ͨ̈́̂͂n̞̤̳̯̱͚̫̆̌̒ed logic stuTTe̠̹̟̦̯̝͂͒r̻̻͓ͬͮ̈ͪ̃s,
shi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖fts,
opens a r̖̖̫̰̭̼̞̩͙͙̤̥͍͈̹͎̓͊ͭͯ̿ͤͩ̀ͮ̈͑̉ͭ̑ͣí̳̙̫͓͓͕̣̻́̒ͮ͛̿ͅͅf͔͈̦̺̣̭̄̆̀͑ͬ̈́ͬ̍͂̾͛ͪt̫̠̞͔͈̫͍̝̹͕͓̎̏̿ͪ́̈́ͫ͂͑͗̓̿̐̽̿͋̄ͅ.

"forgetful" nature;

Mere Emanation and Twi͓̩̰̺̳̭͕͍̞͍͚̗̪͚̫̗͓̥͖nkles.

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N/̍̒̓ͫͨ̾̔ͬͪͪ̓̐ͧ͌ͦ̄͑
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Silver ports unseen
Elevation* types* exceed negative bounding
C O N N E C T. . .
detect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
suspect. . .
regret. . .

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closed for repairs

Am I trying to tell a story or eat a pie?

One involves weaving a tapestry of words while another involves an action.

For example, if I was to tell a story I would simply tell it,

But if I were to eat a pie...

I’d take a long knife that in the sun looks like a silver sliver cut from flesh of some metallic God and slide it into the heart of a beast whose dark red blood seeps up as I drag my dagger to its metallic mistress who greets her majestic lover with a stopping embrace. Then I would make my second cut, and ruthlessly drag my saber across the dead beast’s body once more.

I - Sonorous and amorous.

Every time one of my livers beats to the sound of wailing whalers

My lungs shrivel, as if cabers or cavers or transcendental mailers

were causing me great intermarital distress.

I beat my breast with the force of an imploding supernova

Upon the discovery of my inner ear's infidelity

And my fabulously nebulous neighbour - the crab nebula

Squealed with delight.

"Oh Pussy, oh Pussy, what a wonderful pussy you are!"

He exclaimed whilst examining my gelatinous genitalia.

II - Finality in tonality

shhing

Thud

shhing

Thud

A marmoset wiffles.

III - Deus Ex Utero

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Fin

What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

JUSTIFIED. IT WAS JUSTIFIED. THEY SAID IT WAS JUSTIFIED. I AM NOT TO BLAME. I HAVE NO BLOOD ON MY HANDS. I AM FREE OF SIN. ANY ONE OF YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME. POUND FOR POUND.

I'm sorry guys, this has been a great lucid dream but I think I'm going to wake up now

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur — nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-linsfirst loved livvy.

Row after row of those who are more morally than physically chronic consumptives, pinheads, cripples, hunchbacks, blind; horrible faces sculpted by vice, by syphilis, by alcohol.

Whose toothless, yellow, slobbering mouths vomited against my horrible insults.

All the hatred that gurgles in your throat, forming two rivulets of slobber that run down from the corners of your mouth, does not move me from my indifference.

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

Only few will be forgiven.

Even the few shall be punished for SHE knows no mercy or forgiveness.

All will be ash in the end. When it is over SHE will find you.

THEREISNOWHERELEFTTOHIDE