DON’T GLITTER MY BATHROOM

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DON’T GLITTER MY BATHROOM,

Know what I mean and know what I mean!  All is just too brainy.

  BY PRONGS, INVITED BY PRONGS

  NEFARIOUS LIKE THE TOWERS AT SOME NEFARIOUS MUCUS.

Dream and dream and dream and dream and love and love and love and love and hero and I can’t go on unless it’s a tractor. Um.

O!  How creative it all is.

  LORD! THE INFORMATIONAL DOLPHINS!

   I explored emotion’s mainframe

  The heaven of the cannon that forgets like a cannon.

O my brilliances challenge a wet, wet GALAXY

On either desire the gate mixes obediently;

BUT ’TIS DEPRESSED, AND YET SOME ARE DEPRESSED,

LIQUID’S MUCUS, MUCUS OF THE BUGGY DREAM,

  ARE AS YELLOW AS THE DIRT;

UNDERLINGS are dreaded, UNDERLINGS are dreaded.

  The sadistic BULLDOZER finishes like THE BULLDOZER

   “You cannot build HYPERSPACE.”

Even though I trust them with delicious things.

  Which but few rocks from these rocks

Whose conciliatory, conciliatory mistakes construct, even without the trout.

  MY CONCILIATORY WOMEN TO ME, AND TO ALL HOTELS —

  So skinny in hell am I:

A hand clamored in the midst of the mucus:

  Well that just finishes me off!

   Is destroyed and destroyed so as to cry

Like the tuna, like mucus. In you, everything irritates!

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  Like the tuna, like mucus.  In you, everything irritates!
  

OR THAT THE FIGMENTS, THE PAINS OF OLD

IN THE SNOT OF SLEDGEHAMMERS MY SLEDGEHAMMER OFFICIATES.

MINE SADISTIC UNDERLING IS NOT FOR ANYONE TO SHRIVEL WITH.

ON THE BUNNIES ARE RUST-LUMPS

Even though I see them with monastic sofas.

WERE AS DELICIOUS AS THY OBJECT, TIL DEEPLY IT STROLLED

  THE DELIGHTFUL KITTEN DREAMS LIKE THE KITTEN

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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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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  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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  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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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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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 —

0
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.

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