(1)
ugly grey banister
language stung
all the
subtle Belgian
bursts of
grainy blue Gina's
Bengali grain
triangles
(2)
a high-
strung bus-
y arbiter is
bustling a-
round in
search of in-
tegral gris-
ly Istanbul
bytes and
guilt-free wry
rung climb-
ers of the
Liberty Tree
(3)
singularly rusty
syringes some-
how re-
main de-
void of dust
The
other eighteenth
centurion was rewired to beat whip-
ping cream by trans-
ferring it to one of free flood plain car-
rier amigo acid barriers and then em-
BARK-
ing on his var-
ied
own
creep dis-
cussing raw plans in a goop text where he adds
a spam
and melon
ball twist to a clutch-
ing figurine piece depicting
an angle between those sidewind-
ers required for
hooking spouts
with ambiguous traces of lawful fake
muse bots
spread-
ing
gas unrest using automated pest practices
that
put real intel-
ligence to sleep behind the Wheel of Miss
Fortune's even
grey-
er and darker than usual
Legion of Heavy Petting Metal Maniacs.
Eight
hundred
indie
fringe godfath-
ers stole thunder from
forty frayed dandies who thought they
were today's trendy
answer to
tonight's tiny fright-
ened finger
toads but in fact were
only dreadnought friends
of the hidden thrifty fudge in-
ferred from a rougher runty third
of the grounded ruddy roundheads
remaining defi-
ant 'til notified not to
be
and
to return to fraught infight-
ing at their always
well funded freehand orgies.
-
#1
in Yogi Year
number
Eight Seventy-
One all
bear facts hidden
from our Dungeon
Eyes up
'til then will sud-
denly
be revealed
#2
an honest hungry Dune Grey-
hound rarely says
that it will
settle for simply non-fat
plain yoghurt
#3
at its height the Seething Hy-
drogen Plasma will leave its den to
invent the End that's long been in store
for us
when the seven-ten
row's worth a throw of the
rice then the spice may be
loaded with sauce from some
bones rolling slowly up-
hill to a pinhead too
nice not to topple
Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
fast
knight shady resurrection is implied in
first time hear-
ing sound chase hounds a-
round besotted worlds on a string-
y
free and translucent branded horse
high pendejo
#1
The key to
under-
standing John's mum-
bling babble is to
work blathering with
all known grum-
bling scum-
bags in the
area.
#2
Sheer junky
blonde men's
sons are
shared by
sheared shaken ju-
ries hunk-
ered down for
now in a
herky beef hus-
band's jerky her-
esy chamber or
dry cell assault and
battery cage.
Nadine and
Dianne Dougherty's one
hundred and
eighty detained tonguing grey-
hounds were
heard to be denying any
dainty handouts or
unadorned rough hy-
dration treatments from the
eighty or so once weedy
youths who had dared to
face their dread by
grunting their
way clear through in-
dentured servitude to a
naughtier space for
authoring gutsy hind-
sight recollections of
satan's black sun san
francisco church in
all of its
morning glory seedliness.
Hoeing there and
trying to
make the fake food
stuff grow i
found inside a
cracked line some
specimens of
unarmed rat fish
that had
futon sponges
glued to
them along with
all the other odd sermons
about
blundering humility
and how
the thin react to knights in
white sat-
in sheets when the weak end bend-
ers play to come dribbling out
their un-
locked crates and great granny nook
holes.
An odd
feathery down-
turn of newfound
dreaded funds was fortu-
nately worth more than what the hated Fur-
ry Rotund Honey Dew knew to be water fronting wooden draft-
y thunder dogs so worn and dandy that the Candy Man alone
could run like Daddy throwing deft redun-
dant forts around as if
the 14th Door
had come
unglued
revealing nothing but a fairy hut with 20 clown head toadies trending up-
ward where
the Theory Runes are read by nude defrauding dry
Mad Dorks who author notes defying the very turf
we've surfed so far today
and further on into the night that not
a single sole can say will end up swell in terms of Old Brown Shoe
repair.
My
fourteen heft-
y hound
friends were
far from be-
ing either done
with OR (for
that matter) in-
different to the
hidden fund (one hun-
dred fifty-nine)
units) of
smell-defined innu-
endo sur-
rounding them.
under-
done frothy old
cock and
bull stories are
pure enough to
love your im-
maculate re-
ception of
their wast-
ed content-
ment
Two new stoves off-
set fifty woven ivy
nests of seven even
fewer snotty soft wet
toes than any iffy
stiff event could ever
hold a torch to
touch the blight that
grits into your
ayes and
all-enclosing rap-
id vapid wire
minds.
#1
eroding hooded in-
fantry hounds endure
rear entry neutron edific-
ation
#2
ninety hidden round-
heads defied the
nations's fourth and
vinyl deity
#3
handy indentured Randy
hoed the feud from his
rooftop redoubt
#4
though yearning for
funds i found
knot butt frauds in my
yard
#5
tiny fading freon
nodes adore yon
daring radon onions
#6
reading frothy innu-
endo is only
funny when the
rhino's red hooves have
little or no foundation
#7
not so ornery
fiends hand out in-
ordinate amounts of
Henry's once hoarded
fortune
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