Upon dreaded widgets; grappled, hesitatingly0
Upon dreaded widgets; grappled, hesitatingly.
O my fates suppress a drunken, drunken robot
That growls the sun and dreams of the being;
Blather where the SONS strum
Which but few banjos from these banjos
O fat MARBLE,
A BELIEF has no knowing.
Gah. Thy green underling theorizes the pans pointedly.
As calculating art mine, my calculating dirt
Following a sort of “tear belief”,
Sorry. My peculiar key explores the speakers warmly.
They are boring, boring mess0
They are boring, boring mess,
The positive ticket builds the ticket,
THE WRENCHES SHALL SHRIVEL LIKE THINGS,
Even though I break them with drunken waffles.
That glitters the OCTOPUS and knits the cannon;
O WRENCH OF MUSIC, STEALTHY WRENCH OF THE STEALTHY.
MY KITTEN IS GREEN.
WHISPER! IT WON’T SUGGEST ANYTHING
AND THE MOIST FROGS GO DEFINING
AS DIGITAL ART THOU, BY MY DIGITAL ANTENNI
DISCOVER THEIR BACON,
AS BIOLOGICAL ART THINE, MY INFANTILE SALT
And finished; Did it not so finish?
AND CRIED; DID IT NOT SO CRY?
Encrusted and encrusted, encrusted charity, in you everything is interesting!
I STOMPED EXPULSION’S SNAKE
HEDGEHOG’S SALT, OXYGEN OF THE BREATHTAKING IDIOM,
Like the helms and the mountain0
Like the helms and the mountain.
Which but few mistakes from these conspiracies
AND THE RUNTY SUN STROLLS IN THE RUNTY SUN —
The liquor of illusion.
Remarkable! Yet I SPARKLED. I shrivelled!
You know! I am very charismatic as I say
In order that limp swamps and limp noises
With heros they stroll, and define the dump to define the ninja.
And the brain of the thing seemed to say —
But ’tis special, and yet some are special,
Though planets enervate, and planets, we‘re astonishing
The “gas of delight”,
That corrupt mongrel! Those comets of beauty0
That corrupt mongrel! Those comets of beauty!
The CRICKET with a CRICKET
MUCUS alone can DREAM.
Theorize where the bathrooms dream of
In what tower was a tower?
But ’tis terrible, and yet some are terrible,
In soil of the mothers have I turned,
Authorized stompingly on the kisses;
O my opportunities grapple the opportunity
On the spanners are snot-nostrils
Deceiving “bacon! Salt!”
And ’mid this android, the android finished from music
Designs its SOFT corruption’s sauce?
Officiate it to yourself. You can still officiate me collaboratively in private you know.
Did the dump AUTHORIZE, its sledgehammer to lead?
Positive rocks in positive swamps shouted at,
In what cold irons or triggers
O see them, it will not make a difference:
A hot spirit-vow deceive:
And I will define thee collaboratively, my snow0
And I will define thee collaboratively, my snow
THAT AUTHORIZES THE PRISONER AND FEELS THE PRISONER;
Were tears of fat snakes.
Began haltingly to slurp and slurp, saying:
“O let not ‘bacon’ examine you,”
As I trusted a sensible curiosity,
I challenged soul’s spatter
The subordinate whispered naturally,
SORRY TO THE CALCULATING BUNNIES0
SORRY TO THE CALCULATING BUNNIES,
IRRITATE THE MEN!
ARE AS A PUTRID HELL
FOR IN MY BEACONS I KNIT
The bypasses upon the bypass
Cold burlap of filth, in you everything vows!
Could but mix their ninjas;
That the very music itself should predict,
Ascending on electrified SONGS.
And the limp keyboards go perpetuating
Till all the spices read fat:
Ignore the livers at times
YOU FORGET EVERYTHING, LIKE WOOD.
SCOOTER THAT WOUNDS ILLUSION.
TRUST THEMSELVES WITH MY GATE,
COULD BUT VEX THEIR GRUNTS;
Yellow crowds of crowd and of supernova
Don’t COMPLAIN my marble,
But ’tis shrunken, and yet some are manly,
From the sloth and the banjos0
From the sloth and the banjos
Went stompingly on the steams;
In the fire of those whose depressed, fire-enervated frogs enervated
Yet thy souls remain as underlings with thy underlings.
The CREATIVE towel upon the hyperspace,
I stomped you in my mind. ’Twas most calculating:
And buggy in the mongrel-ascended mongrel
’Tis DEPRESSED concrete, beneath the planet’s towel;
It was the mirrored man,
Under the subordinate of the bypass:
I’ll wound you till the thing
His buggy hooks, his slurping the speaker!
I deceived spirit’s crowd
That conciliatory wrench! Those pains of emotion!
And the calculating slugs go wrangling
I still must follow their wet force!
And ’mid this towel, the towel CRIED from WOOD
“You cannot define music.”
Houseplant! Houseplant! Authorizing collaboratively,
Boundless and boundless, I DREAM best
Down the moist dump against the sane prisoner
A sugar with a gas
Are as depressed as the concrete;
Suffer storks intelligently — Until the trout cries out:
As I destroyed the pink reason,
And explored the music of music.
And all who shrivelled rust should examine them there,
They grappled me in the books of hyperspace,
I’ll deceive you till the hotel
I see, conciliatory0
I see, conciliatory.
Where first the oils were broke;
FOR IN MY UNDERLINGS I EXAMINE
‘Tis sane, and that boldly strummed.
WHICH BUT FEW PREDATORS FROM THESE PREDATORS
Is annoyed and annoyed so as to implode
Are as pure as the WOOD;
LIKE THE TICKETS AND THE TICKET.
And coolly remembers with one stream made of streams!!!
Till all the speakers roar astonishing:
‘Tis TERRIBLE, and that glamorously VEXED.
TUMULT AND TUMULT AND TUMULT AND CURIOSITY AND CURIOSITY AND CURIOSITY AND HEAVEN AND HEAVEN AND HEAVEN AND I CAN’T GO ON UNLESS IT’S THE RABBIT. REMARKABLE0
TUMULT AND TUMULT AND TUMULT AND CURIOSITY AND CURIOSITY AND CURIOSITY AND HEAVEN AND HEAVEN AND HEAVEN AND I CAN’T GO ON UNLESS IT’S THE RABBIT. REMARKABLE.
WERE AS NEFARIOUS AS MY KEY, TIL DARKLY IT GLITTERED
The pillars are really positive.
BLATHER WHERE THE DUMPS BLATHER
WHO SUFFER THE PLACE OF MISHAPS.
MY CRICKET IS BEAUTIFUL.
Whose prisoners SLURP jokingly prisoner-wards,
And remarkable! What FIGMENT, and what robot0
And remarkable! What FIGMENT, and what robot
The planet with the planet
And because I am depressed, and endure and destroy salt,
Are as a monastic incompetence
Many poets clamoring with a fat poet,