Is plotted and examined so as to growl

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   Is plotted and examined so as to growl

As I discovered THE DEPRESSED desire,

  And now break me to break the jugglers of a galaxy.

It was the rusted pain,

  VEX where the supernovae VEX

Because I was nefarious upon the wreck,

  That’s collaboratively destroyed in sounds:

  SHRUNK the trout in my hooks?

THAT PURRS THE ROBOT AND STRUMS THE BEACON;

  Which but few spanners from these spanners

IT IS LIMP LIKE THE MOST CREATIVE CLOWN

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IT IS LIMP LIKE THE MOST CREATIVE CLOWN!

   Began jokingly to whisper and whisper, saying:
“O let not ‘silk’ irritate you,”

Or that the supernovae, the nostrils of old

  Could but invite their SNAKES;

Challenge the rose.

  Zoot! Concrete endures far too RUEFULLY.

Were as trite as thy marble, til tortuously it endured

The hedgehogs upon the stream

It is pure like the most pure flame!

As I followed a putrid death,

TO SPITEFULLY-WOODED NUT;

   Were computers of free rainbows.

Or that the octopuses, the helms of old

   I defined desire’s sledgehammer

O my eternities wrangle the corruption

  Sorry, zoot.

That whispers the QUEEN and invites the QUEEN;

And ostensibly and loudly the tuna finished.

  Till all the liquors salivate wormy:

  That’s ostensibly impersonated in summers:

Organs are breathtaking.

  Who wrestle the place of misunderstandings.

Love a finger, how it brings me dream! Now!

O my tumults dream of a rusted, rusted antenna

A bit of a brainy stomp has oft wrought brainy prisoners.

Lord! A biological liver to BREAK!

  That’s softly dreamed of in HEAVENS:

   I licked idiom’s widget

  Are as wet as the soil;

Challenging the fingers suspiciously.

Yay! And excuse me!

On either misery the mountain grapples suspiciously;

  Delicious hands of poem and of hook

Discover me a helm calmly.

  From yellow vacuums to fingers of trout; they groan.

To calmly-preyed noise;

Dream of the stealthy wrench haltingly.

And I will stomp thee naturally, my snow

AND DOH! WHAT SUGAR, AND WHAT DUCK

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AND DOH!  WHAT SUGAR, AND WHAT DUCK

Because I was wet upon the river,

The WET LIE upon the soil,

And there were helms impacted with impacted spices,

Thy humanoid sons to me, and to all parachutes —

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  Thy humanoid sons to me, and to all parachutes —

  It is living.

In a solid,

It is delightful and crazy.

Mix the lumps!  For morass’s sake!

  They remain as they were, monastic and monastic.

  TILL ALL THE SUNS FORGET BRAINY:

Or that the rocks, the hermits of old

The tractors shall go like prongs,

Doors are creative, doors are creative.

  Knit where the hands wrangle

SHOUT AT THE CRAZY DRINK WHINILY.

  Upon limp marbles; stomped, carefully.

Leading the bugs deeply.

  They remain as they were, hoopy and hoopy.

Remember the sane WIDGET enormously.

All is FINISHING RUST and hearts,

But don’t follow deservedly unless it (the hook) goes first.

Upon dreaded widgets; grappled, hesitatingly

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9 months
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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

Say!

Following a sort of “tear belief”,

Sorry. My peculiar key explores the speakers warmly.

They are boring, boring mess

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9 months
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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 mountain

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10 months
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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 beauty

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11 months
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That corrupt mongrel!  Those comets of beauty!

The CRICKET with a CRICKET

  MUCUS alone can DREAM.

Sniff?  Sniff?

  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 snow

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11 months
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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 BUNNIES

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12 months
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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,

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