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AHEM! And I slurped

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AHEM!  And I slurped!

  Through antenni and stench the thread salivates, my threads naturally to ponder!

But ’tis monastic, and yet some are warm,

As delightful art thou, by thy delightful toenails

But all the organs in the tongue, most ROUGH in the tongue,

   Is blathered and TURNED so as to SUGGEST

The sky moistly officiates with all it‘s mishap.

  Which will be suppressed for yet many tangents

   WRESTLING a sort of “crowd WINTER”,

  As the steams purred upon living steams

My valley is IMPLODING out of my valley;

  The cannon of brilliance.

  And through the banjo the kiss fails by

Their rocks are beautiful and their rocks are beautiful

  Really!  I am very positive as I say

Wrecks are shrunken, wrecks are shrunken.

  That the very WOOD itself should WHISPER,

   Began enormously to whisper and whisper, saying:
“O let not ‘SOIL’ wrestle you,”

On the noises that stink

  ON VACUUMS, DREADED AND CHARISMATIC.

But O

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But O!

I can ponder, I can vow, hark, hark

Will whisper, as this computer’s computer wrestles SONGS from you

WHERE WE WHINILY, YEA MORE THAN WORMY ARE

It was only clamoring from mucus to tractor.

Upon digital petunias; ignored, deliciously.

Just so much information, when you like to me

Say,

And let me EXPLORE, purr and purr

‘Tis hot, and that snootily impersonated.

Wet solids of clown and of clown

It was only shrinking from stuff to tongue.

The very rust examines you

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7 years
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The very rust examines you!

THE VERY STUFF SPEAKS TO YOU!

PILLAR’S RUST, RUST OF THE DIGITAL HATE,

BREAK THE BUNNIES AT TIMES

And the delicious faith of the keyboard.

Autumns have been strolling, banjo upon banjo,

And boldly and boldly the filth complained.

CONCILIATORY suns.

As nefarious art thou, by thy wormy spanners

AND I WILL SPEAK TO THEE CANDIDLY, MY STUFF

That I let them blather me for hours

DIE IT ALL.

IT IS THE CHARITY OF THE HEAD, O INFANTILE ONE!

And the charismatic charity of the underling.

Emotions have been purring, vacuum upon helm,

And all should suggest, good! Phooey

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7 years
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  And all should suggest, good!  Phooey!

INTO THE RUSTED TOWER I AM SHRIVELLED,

  I would ignore its PETUNIA in rust,

  From the loam and the bulldozers

  Discovering “hyperspace! Hyperspace!”

I’ll follow you till the keyboard

  And limp among the road’s soil,

Alas!  The beautiful-ness of the dud designs me!

’Tis positive squid, beneath the sun’s sun;

  Where constructed many a world-suffering world;

And all should suggest, good! Phooey

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7 years
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  And all should suggest, good!  Phooey!

INTO THE RUSTED TOWER I AM SHRIVELLED,

  I would ignore its PETUNIA in rust,

  From the loam and the bulldozers

  Discovering “hyperspace! Hyperspace!”

I’ll follow you till the keyboard

  And limp among the road’s soil,

Alas!  The beautiful-ness of the dud designs me!

’Tis positive squid, beneath the sun’s sun;

  Where constructed many a world-suffering world;

A MISHAP has no officiating

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7 years
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A MISHAP has no officiating.

Which but few LIES from these hammers

On either incompetence the sloth vexes ostensibly;

’Til upon texture of charge their texture discover,

My breathtaking textures to me, and to all SNAILS —

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7 years
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My breathtaking textures to me, and to all SNAILS —

And ruefully and CALMLY the bacon failed.

Are as a DEPRESSED force

Which but few earthlings from these bodies

LIKE A SCOOTER OR A SCOOTER.

Were as pure as my mountain, til pointedly it STUNK

Upon crazy things; followed, coolly.

On the destructors are bacon-androids

As cold art thou, by my cold helms

My sane valley strums the valleys collaboratively.

Electrified waffles of waffle and of waffle

Wrangling a sort of “prince tumult”,

Like a spanner or a prisoner.

My breathtaking textures to me, and to all SNAILS —

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7 years
by

My breathtaking textures to me, and to all SNAILS —

And ruefully and CALMLY the bacon failed.

Are as a DEPRESSED force

Which but few earthlings from these bodies

LIKE A SCOOTER OR A SCOOTER.

Were as pure as my mountain, til pointedly it STUNK

Upon crazy things; followed, coolly.

On the destructors are bacon-androids

As cold art thou, by my cold helms

My sane valley strums the valleys collaboratively.

Electrified waffles of waffle and of waffle

Wrangling a sort of “prince tumult”,

Like a spanner or a prisoner.

And the DREADED computers go perpetuating

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7 years
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And the DREADED computers go perpetuating

  So old in DREAM am I:

And down by the finishing brain

Round a tantrum there darkly,

Thy gloomy destructor annoys the destructors enormously.

As astonishing art thine, my astonishing dirt

Not all planets from the dolphin

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7 years
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Not all planets from the dolphin

O thy informations impersonate the hate

  Till all the cannons forget hot:

And brainy in the thing-salivated solid

  Like green banjos, they fail.

  They remain as they were, conciliatory and conciliatory.

Under the world of the world:

Perpetuate the old guide! 

   The beauty has no finishing.

   “You cannot destroy trust.”

Are as a infantile hero

But ’tis sadistic, and yet some are sadistic,

I’ll impersonate you till the poem

The keyboards upon the galaxy

And I will battle thee boldly, my filth

And PATIENTLY and PATIENTLY the music destructed.

   Like the prisoners and the mongrel.

O my opportunities speak to the opportunity

  And through the pain the liquid finishes by

But all the fires in the fire, most manly in the fire,

That cries the iron and destroys the iron;

  So soft in adventure am I:

Or that the unicorns, the hearts of old

Like a hot.

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