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A FOOL'S JUNGLE OF NONSENSE
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A couple of years ago I realized that the world was full of nonsense. It came from many directions. It all pretended to make sense and to be saturated with truth (rather, TRUTH). Books and magazines and Congressional Records and broadcasts were full of it. Here were scientists, artists, talk show hosts and guests, entertainers, newscasters, advertisers, doctors, priests of one kind of another, engineers, poets, advisors, teachers, educators, politicians, economists, philosophers, psychologists and psychiatrists (especially), attorneys (also especially), etc., all pouring forth the verbiage as if they were paid by the word-hour-pound. And maybe they are. Anyway, it occurred to me that I, too could write nonsense. Unfortunately, mine doesn't pretend to be anything else. The whole thing has been proofread and spell checked, so if you see a word or non-word that seems to be misspelled, it isn't. It's meant to be that way. The blame for that is entirely on me.

However, if you see a message or some deep profundity in any of this and go off on a tangent of miraculous enlightenment that leads nowhere or somewhere, don't blame me. What you read into it is what you read into it. Go right ahead, there's no rule against it, and it's part of the fun; maybe all the fun. I know you will (and do: how else do you suppose all that other stuff appears to make sense?) because that is the whey the whirl turns, on a split banana skin stretched over the bones of silly councils, lawing and jawing for less than they are worth. The only escape is to burn the stage...purn the tage...spurn the cage...pane the turge...turn the page....

Bob McGrath
3 February, 1996

I wouldn't expect anyone to read all of this, but if that is done, you will receive a leather or pewter medal. You're in for a treat (or treatment).
3 August 2018


CHAPTER 359

End of the Deluge

If any one asks what is going on, well, tell them that
nothing in particular is going on this side of the globe at this
time for any who cares to tell what the story must be when I
decide to tell some of it to those who will listen no better time
than the present to ask where it might lead.

Suppose wild times after all saying can come taste the best
in the tense table of numbers taught every place you can think of
in your mind do not think that way at me he said whenever I
looked at him.

Paid for was it? Tell which comes next on the agenda
propaganda or anything similar to that will not be tolerated any
shorter wipe that silly grim off of your facet.

Pork your nose in to my business will you?, pestered the
whiney who stood another drink for the barflies who had survived
the winter snows.

Thou shalt not pike pork every time you gets the urge is
half of what I have to say, remember when you say better say it
right or not at all.

Now put everything in the van and we will move off smartly.

Rub a little alcohol off each one and they will soon not be
bothering you.

Can enlist the list from twenty families a bargain in any
one's mind, or will you desist on that note?

Not that I care for it's all the same to me what you do.

I am rather sybaritic and symbol minded now that you asks
the hall to respond to your tittering comments.

Plasmatic void we move into soon for all that we can obtain
out of it ten times the promised.

An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge is the name of a story by
Ambrose Bierce and it is a very interesting one if I do say so
myself muttered Walt Whitman to his shrink who hoped to cure him
of a non-existent ailment now encouraged by this current
society, but which in his day was frowned upon to say the least.

Pretending not to know what you are talking about, we will
continue to expound on the theory of the least thin abstract
went/gone through the time trap we invented to catch a few of the
more dull renegades of history.

Suppose we just plaster this on your forehead for the time
being still and never moving can't be too long to wait, can you
fancy that: he's gone already; vanished in a pink mist or a green
patch of our famous oil slicks.

Penetration is accomplished by placing the one against the
other and exerting steady pressure until it is made to happen,
which, however, is only the beginning. Or, as we say, "Now the
fun begins."

Sweeping our way now southward, we find families of Eskimos
blubbering in there/their beer over the lost snow which happened
last week when the sun came too close to the mirth and now they
regret their laughter outright.

It may be necessary and possible to straighten out the
postman since he does not know enough to deliver the mail to the
right addresses.

After the fall came the spring since the seasons were all
scrambled up by the latest decree from Washington.

I knew he should have retired a long time ago. The allies
won the war and the axis forces won the piece of the action many
times over although no one could be said to have won anything
except those who enjoyed that sort of activity in their bones and
hearts.

What vultures! Come along any time you wish to see what I
have uncovered in my back yard. They are skeletons of bygone
people just like us it seems that they: liked a good time with
beer and Coca-Cola, outdoor bar-b-que, being sold a bill of
goods, tossed around limitlessly for their sins and guilts,
always whining about their condition, just like the silent
animals who should know better.

Naturally we sent them back to where they came from: some
planet or other in the year how many trillion bc. They were in a
hurry to make regress anyway, so who could you expect, Julius
Kaiser or his buddy De Sade or John Edgar Snooper, the swivel
chair storm trooper, or Kate Smile, Jonathon Summers,...?

Taste being what it was where do you think I am anyway you
look at it eventually this has to end or does it after most, did
it begin? To begin again whence taketh thyself unto this archaic
festoon of fancy that I fail to weave the fatal web to encumber
myself with cucumber ouch lay off that stuff it makes you write
funny.

Super is a word that is superover-used these super days and
if you don't believe that I'd like to sell you some stock in the
Golden Gate Bridge and here's the bill for maintaining it for the
last twenty years. Pay up or get out is what I was thinking to
say but being of a kind heart and gentle foolishness, I will
merely have you excommunicated on the spot. Do you see that spot
over there? I'm sure you would if you would, knowing your kind of
animal trainer focused on the very trinity you sought to destroy
with your lazy beams and tinker toys aimed right at its heart,
its marrow bone that hangs out all over the place under sentence
of life for endless sentencing and obscurity in the face of
reality pronounced forever outcast by his own choice or at least
by default.

The fault is totally mine, I did not choose to not come out
on top of the creep of centuries past the omnivault of spastic
fingers twiddling toneless tune to the deaf audience of
mercenaries frozen soft in their hunger for intelligence and
interest far beyond tohellevision.

I write much better when I don't think and I think much
better when I don't write, but who would know, you know, if
nobody lets us in on the game of position-taking and rule-
playing legislated by the hidden forty-three cadavers pasted to
the iron grill by the slugs and thugs of yestermorn, only we are
too lazy to mourn the passing of new legislation when where why
we have not even read the billions of pages of previously
slipped-through laws for the destruction of all life in the
universe.

Come around again if you want to know the truth of the
missing intelligence buried under eons of snow geese.

The rest of this will be what I say it is if no one stops me
in time for the end of all events of importance.

Do not ask for whom the ball rolls it falls into the lap of
destiny four times out of three.

Tension felt down on the lesser foals of handyman whither
went that one we let go too soon. Actually in times gone buy
every porter went past the limits of yesterday onto each side of
the panoply infested with orderliness masking as chaos where the
rumors begin to outlast some valuable truth that would lead us
out of this tunnel (you say?).

I always read the label. It is careless not to. Some people
always eat the label. It is terrible not to.





CHAPTER 87

Tragical inferences

Hi. My name is Fool and I write nonsense. Does reading it
make one a fool, too? I never read it myself, but that does not
keep me from being a fool without a space. A spool without a
face.

A crow with a nice letter from its government said one day
to the tree in which it was nesting,"I forget." And the tree
said, "I, too, wish I could remember what your problem is."

Don't we ever grow down along that row of buildings there by
the river that goes through the woods into the city by the bay
where the fishes swim in the polluted water coming from the city
by the bay where the sewage seeps into the ocean in floods with
whole houses and barns and things and other things neglected by
the people who live in the city by the bay which at high tide
brings it all back home to roost by the chimney of the cozy
fireplace around which all the people of the city gather to
admire all of their old possessions that they thought they would
never see again because of their well-known negligence in causing
all the pollution in the ocean in the bay by the city that the
river goes through and we never take our boats down past this
city by the bay because of all the offal coming up the river like
a backed-up cornucopia makes us feel like we don't have anything
compared to the people in that city by the bay which has cool
water so far, so we stay in our own town and count our blessings
like we had some but they all go down the river too since we
aren't any better than they are in the way those people if they
are all enemies of nature then we are nature or natural too isn't
we? Sounds like a proper gander to me.

How about another short sentence, said the convict. The
judge was out to lunch feeding the lions. We never heard from him
again.

The pretty moonset lit up the dark sky so that I could
almost read the handwriting in the cow-like clouds scudding
across the planet hurrying home don't you just smell that bacon
cooking? They seemed to me to be saying to each other.

Wait till I get my other had-been hat on and I must come
with you to the end of your strife in other words.... April is a
common month to me. I see no other. Am I biased because that is
the month I was borned in? It is called the theory of borning
month by experts in the field. There's one now, see him? Here,
look through this fence, over that bush and past that tree, right
over by those cows. Rather spectacular, you will have to agree
or I shall get violet, my favorite color since I retired from all
those riots of rainbow-making that I used to depend on to make my
so-called living.

If you ever want to have an adventure that will make your
skin stand on end try this: lie down in a comfortable place (take
your shoes off if you like) with your eyes closed and wait.
Sooner or later the most amazing thing will happen: you will
fall asleep and maybe even have dreams. Don't say I didn't warn
you.

Next I want to not want to do those things that I want to do
but shouldn't want to do, such as eat, pick my nose in private
where no one else can enjoy it, breathe (I'm really addicted to
that), pick up after myself (whoever that is), write long and
short sentences of nonsense without regard for who may care, and
pass the bottle without being asked.

Can you picture it whether you draw water, draw flies, draw
a paycheck, draw a knife, draw a breath, draw a plow, draw a
conclusion, draw a card, draw a wire, draw a rabbit, draw up a
will, draw a blank or draw a portrait, there was this guy ambling
down the far side of the milky way when his shoes turned into
comets going in different directions. He did the splits and fell
right onto one of the local suns, causing a temporary eclipse for
some of the planets in that system. You should have heard some of
the complaints! I never bother with explanation points, by the
way, if the story doesn't carry the excitement, no punctuation
will make up for it. Some day I will have to try that: no
punctuation.

I seem to have a writer's block. I'll take off my hat and
look at it. Yep, solid wood. That's why I'm so successful. If a
single thought occurred to me I'd be finished faster than a match
burns in pure oxygen.

Speaking of chemistry, I wasn't either.

But serially, this will kill you. The swill I'm talking
about is the swill cascading from the tohellevision, the spoof
papers and all the happy mediums for the purveying of properg
anza. It wouldn't kill you if it were pure swill because you
wouldn't swallow it. So they put in a little impurity to flavor
it (as little as possible, because it is expensive) and down it
goes. All-in-all it is pretty pure, though. It never fails to
cease to amaze me to see all the things some (most) people will
pour down their gullible gullets. Preaching? Well, I suppose I
am. It's time to get serious again before the dawn falls down. No
one will buy mine stuff because it is pure swill and tastes so
bad that it would gag a maggot. So I can say anything I want
without worrying about corrupting the youth and being slipped my
personal goblet of hemlock.





CHAPTER .09543

Wading For Good Ooze

Will baseball season ever be over, and football and
basketball and sports of every kind and flavor drooled over by
fans in front of electric images under glass. Now rest easy since
it is nearly over for the time being and of course what is time
being but time? Look at that from the back.

Deliberate phase-out over a period of two minutes was the
goal of the sharks terse as they were for the last five minutes
of the battle with the English wits who said they were in deep
water and under thin ice under glass. Let the feeding begin, the
frenzied dance of flesh eaters in tropical waters shed from the
mountain deserts like a venom slowly creeping into the last
bastions of health as a tribal fantasy not unlike what I often
like: a bread and water sandwich.

Since we are timing this (this is a test, only a test), why
not wait here for a while I turn up the volume on the wolf jack
packing about the whole load of mustard for later useless on
whatever comes up to play on and play on you fools 'til your
living day after all there is no president for it or against it,
but many against the president.

Now buy this for I have told unto you all that you need not
know to incite you to act in my favor this instant as you arise
and when you have arisen, then it is the time to take your time
seriously. Answer me now, what would you rather: a poke in the
nose or a pig in a poke? How about a stick in the eye? A hose up
the nose, a thorn on a rose, an absence wherever he goes?

I bait the hook for the least of these suckers said the
showman as he gobbled up his daily ration of poison that he
called food.

And the cheating goes round and round and over and about the
whole planet and the more cheating the more necessity to cheat
because of the shortages cause by cheating. I should never have
created this place in the the first place. I should never have
cheated this first in place first I dreamed it, said bingo, and
there it was is and will be.

The afterimage deserves the talk about it from these parrots
who cannot contemptify themselves enough to merit the scolding
they will get when the time comes for their revision, and tending
as they would to inflate the costs of anything they touch, it is
a wonder to me if variability is the true mark of the beast in
the cellar of the right whale's nest any more than the reflection
of the full moon causes the tide to clean clothes or the garbage
to stink into new life by itself.

Ever since the time I got it chopped off this finger has
been hurting me off and on for all these years and that was
sixty-three lifetimes ago when I was a starship commander in the
seventy-fourth dynasty of the first ancient Egypt and I got it
caught in the holster of a three-fold blasticator. That was not
what did it, but the punishment for being so inept was the
forfeiture of a finger. I made up for it by throwing up a few
astronomical pyramids which took about five minutes each. That
was so the next time around, the blueprint would be restored and
the finger would be there. But why it still pains me, they never
told me, if they know....

Ever the plasma clings to some further reach of dismay and
must we therefore see the one future that has been cascaded into
our laps, or can we simply gaze after the missing sentinels of
tomorrow like some sluggish meditators on the most of the which?
Wanting to see reality in a teacup and the shattered glass eye is
what led them/us into it all in the first place as a dividing
element or catalyst for all the yearning to fill the seams of our
reach. Common in any attempt to chase about in the dusk of
semaphoredom will be no notion of the limits to infinity and in
time we will get there and be there. If this seems offensive then
perhaps it is better to be on the offensive than otherwise our
wisdom might dry up like an unfed lake.

Temper flaring, onward churning, softly reciting a prayer,
knightly gallops he into the maw of the Saracen Jihad to be
swallowed whole and in the belly of the Arabic whale learns the
economies of Islam in the intestines of sensitivity for the
fellows that surround one even as the war continues with a Hindu
or Rabelaisian detachment which makes it all cool as they say in
the movies. Coming upon corpses and skeletons in the dark
chambers of alimentation causes one to realize that all is not
what it seems, but some even more so, it seems at times. So when
regurgitation day comes at last, will you be ready to meet your
diner and make an accounting of yourself to save your position in
all eternity or at least for a long time, the only rule being
that there will be no complaints either way. It would be a hell
of a thing to have what you don't want for that long.

At the long end of the fresh cooked positron where will it
profit you to get out wherever you may be going next if this is
only one of those many things that they say there is only one of?



CHAPTER 8

Master of Summer Revels, Inc.

In summer let us battle farther along the wander-road until
we see whence we goeth in far archaicism and confusion of subtly
reasoned and contrived nonsense so when it is the end and release
from this great reward of polished skulls we can be taken
advantage of profusely.

Some planning is necessary for any project of this kind and
please accept my apologies for not telling until it was over and
thank you for your understanding of the forty-five caliber
revolver which you are firing at me as I hand you back the spent
bullets plucked out of the air through a carefully acquired skill
which ends them up in your pocket, and more, you get a pat on the
back, and an "'atta boy" and some well-wishes for the future.

Some might care to send some of your best tests for my
followers to respond in like and be kind to them all when or if
they show up in your garden for idle ceremonies commemorating
the short-sightedness of your fivefathers in order that we may be
tomorrow again as yesterday together with the ancestors of the
aching heart known to one all the same and all of one thrilling
dream that ejects no more than is projected under the tableau for
many suns sweating their deaths out in the cold black tarry,
tarry night.

The glory wheel rolls aloft in seven bridges of light very
far from all recognition and I am glad that you could come to see
the latest occurrence in the strange phenomena of the glowing
ceiling of the earth in possession of the being from the other
side, the weird, wonderful spinners of light webs to catch our
wonderment as it surely does if we let it and it is so joyous
that we willingly let it and by now we are hooked and seek no
help for this blasted and blessed addiction for we know no other.
This is why we tell all do-gooders to get away from us. They do
not do us good if they take away our most joyous experience when
that is what we want. That makes them do-badders.

Every day is sail day here where we have many sail-cats and
sail-dogs from our swift roads. In fact we raise thousands of
them for this purpose and drive them onto the roads where they
are struck down by the flashing vehicles and after a few days we
cautiously scrape them off the road, paint them in bright colors
and sell them to the tourists and they have much fun sailing them
across the green parks and their back yards. We also have a few
sail-people from our excursions out onto the roads because there
is always someone who is careless. Unfortunately, however, they
do not sail very well, but they do make dandy doormats.

Nurturing prescriptions for head thinking happens to be
nobody's hobby unless it would be some has-been fomenter of
transcranial forceps trailing behind the boy scouts in hopes that
they would mark their trail with discarded knowledge of wood-lore
and patriotism since it is always coming out of their ears
anyway.

He, it is said, is the one or two who cannot fathom any hard
consequences to foolishness such as three brains might tell you
in the meat market with the sun burning down on the face of the
dead pit bull also on display on the counter of the aforesaid
meat market gazed at by the not-yet-dead pheasant in the
aftersaid mart meaket.

At the end of the sentence he walked out a free man. Period.

The royal road to riches has been known for some centuries
and if I keep on like this it will never again be remembered how
it was done in times past to be so rich at so few of occasions
rather like birthdays and leftover bar mitzvahs whose scarves are
decorated with x-rated calligraphy of a particularly ornate and
illegible kind lost in the far reaches of fruitcake dealers and
circus performers, animal advocates and snark chamers, many of
them trained at Famous Rioters School under such celibate
celebrities as Attila the Hun, Norman George Lincoln Rockwell
Kent, Chester Sheepdip, Rich Nixon, Wilhelm Wundt, Samuel
Beckett, Henry Miller, Lao Tzu, Al Schlegel, Richard Tottel,
Casper Milquetoast, etc., so that one could never tell the extent
of the damage done to the circumstances of negligence forced upon
them by the agents of the insurance brokers of the pit sent
obviously to rearrange the brawn-cells of all the food people who
brought you the endless divisions which you see before you now
and which we continue to celebrate and insufferably insinuate and
execrate to the point of excoriation each year at the county
fair. Sponsored by the cooperative collective of the Peoples'
Best Interest Seekers Association, the fair features each year as
many of the local products as it is possible to squeeze into the
four-foot well at the foot of the bed of the mayor which each
year conveniently runs dry and this is maximized by the
miniaturized produce to finally fit in and still have room for
people to walk around, see the exhibits, eat, talk and laugh, and
attend the many shows and exhibits which were previously
inhibited each year. After this, we can expect marvelous weather
for the next few days until the great shrinkage takes place each
year and every thing goes back in its place.

Future scrambles of fools toward the possibility of even
treatment will be considered by the usual fools, of which I take
great pride in being one for it is a great honor to be a fool and
not only a mere fool but one of the greatest fools elected by the
lesser fools for their very own self-generated honor-bound
election which is totally democratic with every one getting one
vote. Since the winner is allowed to vote twice and everyone else
only gets one vote for themselves the winner always wins by a
majority of one. This simple method of electing people should be
taken up by the civilized nations of the world and would be if
there were any.

Take television, for instance.

Peak experiences are nice, they say, they said, they were,
they can, they did and for some time after some notion continued
to blossom into messages to Gargantua about some sort of
improvement he could make in his table manners, which went over
like a spirit at a psychiatrists' convention. It's nice to be
ignorant about who you are as long as you are, but when you begin
to find out, it's awfully nasty trying to keep all those
petrified notions about life from gobbling you up and thinking I
was at last going to be serious again.


CHAPTER 931

All Expected Surprise Is Upon Us

Of course, wheel in the next patient, who's
been waiting all this time without a murmur...Oh, he's dead. Send everybody back where they
came from, I say. That would solve all these social problems that need not be listed or
blacklisted....just send the Africans back to Africa, the Irish back to Ireland, the Chinese back to
China, the Martians back to Mars, the Indians back to Asia, dinosaurs back to the Mesozoic, trees
back to the garden of Eden, Angels back to Heaven, devils back to Washington. End of solution.
In the interim the cattle were slowing their stampede at the first sign of a drop in the Dow Jones
Industrials which was a signal for me to buy. When the cows as well as the bulls are chasing the
bears in the woods it's every man, woman, child and critter for himheritself. We continue to sell
out our prophets for any little four word letter that we receive in the post by mule express from
someone expressing himself by trying to express the inexpressible through an unfriendly medium
with a cracked crystal ball. Tomorrow it will be the same if you forgot to ask me as one would
expect with my track record just as it is with no frills attached to make it look good for the gullible
buyers who stand in line to be hoodwinked with their eyes closed by all the delicious pictures
they are handed when they are asleep and which they look at when they think they are awake
instead of the real world. Cheap reality turned off for a dime and passed back and forth as if it
had some value, and thick books written about it and all missing out on life as it is was will be
from soda pop to grandpop to the boxtop in several ingredients missing slated for overhaul any
minute. Cryptic essence of turkey mother in her nesting phase wants no better description than I
have given to the prince of Idaho with his entourage when he was visiting the Philipine Islands one
summer in the Paleolithic memory bank stirred up by several years of bad food and put-downs
by practiced professionals hired by the interplanetary conspiracy who hope to take over the entire field
of advertising and had to have some highly expensive practice. Unfortunately it led to world war 10
and there was nothing left to advertise let alone make money on let alone have something to spend
money on which of course in everybody's back burner is the whole idea. Just a whiff of these flowers is
enough to.... Convinced, of course, that you were the anointed one of long legend, they began to gather
around you closer and closer and closer and closer until you had no space and were no more no less.
Hereafter herbs will be called plants so as not to confuse the visitors from other towns and galaxies who
would not be familiar with their names or the secret and mysterious properties that they contain and
which we want to keep to ourselves either because we are selfish or altruistic depending upon whether
the effects produced are beneficial or detrimental or official or ornamental or mental or fatal. I go on.
What if wheat were whole and cast spells over the whole alphabet from Q to Zobbot and the whispers
were free to go when they may in all patterns of cruel haste off the track to censorship houses plastic-lined
up to the bottoms of the shoulders of habit wearers of many kinds and colors introduced and reduced
for do you believe today only never lower and such a selection to pick on? On the hill of protest we go
merrily screeching at the top of our lungs a figure of speech to terrify the whole earth and beautify
ourselves and other elves with images of loveliness and lowliness and modesty and pride and character and
authority and defeat at the hands of feet and the foot of an amputee fisherman who drags the bay for his
drowned friend and comes up with a drunken submarine of uncertain heritage with yellow paint flaking
off and blue paint flaking on and attracted by various clams and squid so that it had to be anchored to the
mountains to prevent those wicked creatures from returning it to the sea. Such is the earthman's burden.
Language as never taught in the land of the suffering pioneers was scarcely touched as a subject until we
lost our best book of pictures of abstract ideas made up into doilies crocheted by little elderly bag ladies
over tea and blood sausage for charity of course and in the course of the project the little young dwarfs
began to get restless and to introduce strange designs into their little cloth things made with thread and
a little small hook and gnarly fingers and beady eyes with thick glasses or bottles of rum (what was in
that rum?) in which ships had been painfully built; whaling ships and tuna boats aand battleships; so
their designs contained baseballs made out of wedding cakes, styrofoam taxicabs, rock candy handlebars,
and self-destructing computer paper. So what if they did? Well, I told you a trillion times never
to exaggerate.

CHAPTER 43

Petrified Elephants' Bladders

Take Over The hermit in the hole he dug testifies to having not seen a vision in twenty years that was
printable so the tv interviewer changed the subject in hopes of finding more about these so-called visions so
that they could be exploited for profit and more power and a raise, never imagining that there are many
things that occur that are not only unprintable but unspeakable but which we put labels onto anyway, such
as yellow, sweet, loud, beautiful, pain, good, Illinois, proper, improve, holy, etc. Especially etc. Don't
interrupt when the dancing dog barks because that would be impolite and you don't want to be impolite,
do you? What's that? DO YOU? No, mama. Ever see barricades erected in the shadow of justice? Yes.
Wrong! Off with his headdress! Taken as a whole the black hole is sometimes elusive to the uninitiated
space traveler who tries to track it by radar or compass since by its very nature it will not permit anything
to leave it; something like a prison or a social startlement stratum on one's home island. If the universe is
ever to be efficiently explored this problem must be solved: who are we? And what is it? Now that you
know more than any man before ever knew about philosophy let us proceed to serious matters such as
what are we having for breakfast on June 45th, 4022? And if you think that is the latest in social blunders,
you should see the ones coming up. Partial clearing of the prenatal air around towns of innocence brings
water to the eyes of the most hardened criminal or public official. It's busy-body time everyone, when
we can go around and around tiring out each other by concerning ourselves in the concerns of anyone
but ourselves and if we are successful, we win the prize of no more forced oxydophilex feedings in the
middle of the night. In the book of Orphic recipes there is an entry to the effect that nose flies cannot be
controlled by outright paraphenalia without also carving the magic words in blood on the cuff of time hence
permitting the outside to come in whether it will or no, if you consider the forgetting of the tendency of
places to be somewhere if it is mistimed carefully. Next, fill in the blank headed "table". Wrenched
out of its wholesome environment, the alist cannot survive in any sort of optimum way, because the alist
has certain social, nutritional and mental requirements which make it imperative that great care be
taken in their transplantation; for example, if you try to make an environment alist into an element alist,
you have tampered with its basic root, and it will not fare well; likewise, if you try to make it into a
continent alist, you have made an even more serious alteration of the root, and you will find it coming
up with all sorts of illnesses; if you go so far as to try to make it into a milit arist, for instance, you are
then beginning to violate the very nature of the alist itself; further extreme examples would be to
seek to make a conserv ative out of an an alist, a fut urist, a pharm acist, an a rtist, a po etess, a
secret ariat, a psychol ogist, a bank er, an id iot, etc. Such actions amount to genocide and should be
punished under the Geneva Conventions. Hopefully, someone will come up with an answer to all the
violence in the world, and it has occurred to me that the sounds of words could be somehow related to
the actions in the nations of this planet. Take the word "violence". It sounds a great deal like violins, so
theoretically, you could merely eliminate all the violins from the world to bring about peace. Similarly,
we consider that there is a drug problem that needs to be dealt with and we see that drugs is very similar
in sound to rugs, so the answer is to take all of our rugs out and burn them and thereby handle the drug
problem. And crime is universally regarded as a problem (except by criminals). It sounds like grime and
slime, so it might be natural to assume one of those words to be a candidate, but I fooled you this time,
because those two would be impossible to eliminate, therefore the nonsensically correct (n. c.) word has
to be rhyme. Without all the rhyming rhymers we could eliminate crime just like that. How to state
precisely what is coming over the hill at the army of the republic is the answer to all the dreams of
countless dreamers stretched from here to the jaws of hades and we can easily predict what will befall
the numbers in the hat if the wind stirs from her grave for a tenth time before winter sets in. Can't
the balloons be kept down within the range of the peashooters? West of nowhere won't be found
the taste of earnestness polished by leather spats worn out by old fellers in plastic hats screaming caca
doodoo'll do from the hooftops of the super horses created by the mad doctors in the rundown labs in
San Antonio for the army about two hundred years too late. Every and each individual in dividing is
divisive as it swings to the east or Mecca to pray for integrity and wholeness again as something lost
in the mists of present time and therefore unrecoverable by such extraordinary means assumed
efficacious for something assumed lost. More water, I'm sinking, drinking, swimming, bathing,
washing, irrigating, irritating to be seeing so much of so little at once that I came running from miles
around to find the center of the universe and it was here all the time. If we are patient and keep a
steady hand and go right ahead and live or whatever we are doing, we will do it. It is that simple.
All the rest is what we are doing, too, so if we keep it up we will be doing what we are doing whether
living or dying. If this is life we will be dying and if this is death we will be living. Go right ahead and
say that this is obviously life if you wish, but we might all be dead and have yet to live. Or maybe
there is something below this that is really death and something above this that is really life. Would
all this struggle be worth suffering through if it didn't give us a chance at real life? Pass it on, don't
pass on it. Being from where can anyone go will be never reluctant on a day of glory left for sweet
picking up in two lands ago and don't we remember it when itself was to be last to enter the gates
of menace at today's low price. Caught or not on effort plantation you had better or worse be both for
everybody and get behind both directions to form a maybe brigade, keeping it guessing and gasping,
barely begging for a scrap of truth to fill the holes in a sound tooth as if all were the choice of the
multitudes. The dark clouds of reason gather over the pale light of look until look sees only itself as
a nothing for which armor plate is nothing, yet the clouds confuse. Taken by itself, there is no
understanding which follows the only speck to fly in an around sort of way if spectral density
varies with the passionate passing on of predication in the sense that nonsense varies with the
desperation of the inspiration of the originator of such practical knowledge. Who wears the pants in
this doghouse? Keeping the words simple, what can be said that has not already been said? Everything.
Leave the details to living and what is written is whatever it is and falls into place and means only to
the observer. CHAPTER 50 Plate Bent With Honor Wasted If you see right at the object of seeing with
short lines temporarily spread out into the space before you what could you expect to see but what you
put there? Oh, but I didn't. On down the road a piece what do we find but the conglomeration of essences
fed to the holy cow for all eternity begging to be let out its eye. Be careful to marshal your arts to make it
look good, in other words, convincing. Then we are all artists? Of course, but some of us don't know it.
I begin to sway to the music of the sneers, remembering the last words of the last spectator from
the seventh presence skittering across the ice of Okefenokee glacier amid the smoke and ashes of blastation
seminars promising everlasting commerce for the chosen losers if they faithfully repeat the rich and
sonorous testimonials from their cue-cards with the proper conviction, and further on the music carries me
away then to the circle of intent where I become very intent indeed on something I cannot name but it is
very pronounced in its beingness, and the music goes on and on before it becomes solid and encases all
within its itness, and then stops. If you please, may you have a bit of refreshment now. Mais oui, said the
French gynecographer, standing on his head and spitting plum pits to the flight of the bumblebee and his throne
was outstanding in a field of overgrown four-leaved clovers, each with its plastic label guaranteeing its
authenticity for use in the city and listing its nutritional value, but please don't eat them as their value as
magical agents is somewhat totally diminished. Purveyors of cantilevered ectoplasm may apply for their
licenses and permits at the second upturned window to the left of right in front of their nostrils and
unpatented medicos may get into line at the end to demonstrate their status in heaven should such a place
turn out to really be on the cosmic itinerary. Please insult your timetables. Be careful to keep your arms
and legs inside your body so that there is no danger of them shearing off any of the passing scenery which we
wish to maintain just as it is for all to enjoy and be interested in each time they make this boring trip up the
steps of doom into the celestial shelter paid for with your taxations which are grafted on to the total sum
with all the inflated interest compounded secondly. We are very grateful you could be here today and every
time my heart beats I am reminded of your contribution to this great projection onto the screen of finity as
we march out in dispersed columns like petrified whirling dervishes with our eyes and ears andcetera focused
on the dotless dot, having fun to the degree that we have only an inkling of what is going on. The ongoing
dream of several ubiquitous lizards acting on their own for the freedom of reptiles everywhere is herewith
expounded for the proper enactment of a piece of legislation calculated to bring about the uprise of
semi-solid food rations for the last remnants of the rabbleutionary bottleneck now being fattened for
the slaughter: upper crust left off gingerbread tenements at low monthly rate including sewers, utilities,
parking and windows; formerly rabbit hutch red, now painted institutional blackout; already booked to the
gills with former fish, each one shouldering the wheel of misfortune in an effort to get it out of the path to
security and comfort and rest forever; a menace unseen can win over any defense that won't exist therefore,
safety nets glutting the halls so that no one can move about much less get to the windows or doors; put that
in your beard and brush it. Ape-less leaps for Joe in the much needed elemental accident placing never
before tomorrow when can be repeated fast time to be stopped later if temporal balance be maintained in the
spinoff of eternity as it continues to not not not not not.... Great sport that you eager boy plastering yourself
all over the seascape's message in order to be broadcast on six wavelengths unsimultaneously in uncounterpoint
to the winds as she goes. Come fill your cup again and again with the water of life and fool the external self
that you are it hence to be being is not more than to not be something omitted through an undersight unhanded
to the relay man after the stopping gun is misfired rapidly enough to be deafeningly unheard forward of the
sound carrier launching messages into the foam of interference without even a radar radish feeler coping
with the utter no sense which is the fame of certain personalities of which we can not be sure. Place next
to fairness some of the best tasting reticulated foxes that try to miss your fast takes under any
circumambulations or why waste relatives on the neighbors if avoidance might be relinquished first to the
enemies of the snake where dance other facets of platitudes monkeying about the surf of the golf course
or swamp the wholes and things of substance whether we are going to have to let it be something
else or yes. Beckoning became best bait by being boasted before big boosters bouncing babies backwards
behind broken bathrooms. Get your mind off the cleverness of all this which has nothing to do with anything,
but once you get the whole thing under your belt (or wherever you put it) you might or might not see the
complete sweep, and if there is something there for you at the end (if there is an end) then, great,
something happened besides wasting paper and ink. Beyond that nothing is being said or attempted and if I
ever learn to write and turn out the great American novel (dog forbid), then you can cackle about
message and significance and art and criticism. This spew is nothing of the sort. Each can is filled with
his own worms which grow and grow and if they wriggle on your fingers unpleasantly, you drop it quickly
and go on to an experience on a more suitable wavelength. Do thou nextwise. CHAPTER 199 Forbes'
Fashionable Fake Forgeries Seldom reflected on better forms why not take the alternative and fling the thing
into the fire nearest you to cremate the opposition and its symbols for the time being. Tender tension will
make the necessary changes in when that need to be made to make time so long as to meet all of our
expectations, so long, in fact, that they had to start over again in this universe, at least, which is why all
the bright boys think that space and probably time are circular-- just a giant record playing over and over,
over and under, under and under, all tangled up with impossible mathematics that everybody pretends to
understand, but which has nothing to do with the actual existence of things as experienced by us and
the neighbors and the neighbors' neighbors walking through their mirrors and feasting on antimatter
biscuits with not berry jam, because, you see, the dog's bark is cancelled by the owl's elbow when it is
not lubricated by the local mechanic with blackbird-bill-butter easily obtained from the mongoose's tail in
the worst of Indian winters through the glacial action of the feathers on the peahen running the marathon
through the back streets of Peking to escape being roasted as a sacrifice to Kung Fu Tzu thrice blessed by
the mousie dung kicked up by the mules during the wrong march to freedom from baseball and legendary
gladiators dished up by a Hollywood maniac who knew better than to flip the flapjack right under our noses
and we managed to bring him to justice and had him arrested and charged with attempted brainwashing just
in time before the forest burned down all around and frightened the judge so that he was seen to say as he
flew out of sight, "Whoop-de-do, and get all the lying radio you can while the heat's on", meaning, of course,
nothing of the kind we ever saw from that source on a sappy Sunday in Mayoville on the Hoochikobee
where the raccoons wear Booneskin caps and build the townhomes out of corncobs and honeycombs
causing an inflated price of honey and royal jelly of such a nature that only the wealthy-to-do can put them
on their shrimp and caviar at the monthly gatherings of coo-coo moth hunters in their underground
consecration camps and boy do they wolf that holy snot when they get it, fighting and wrestling in it just to
get each one's "share", some even drown to death in the struggle for gastronomic supremacy, proving once
again that in order for the end to come to the middle of the beginning there has to be a consummation of the
entrance words asserted in the index to the sacred message delivered to old Roscoe on top of mount
depression so many minutes ago for the lost wanderers of Brooklyn around Ebbets Field looking for the
Dodgers who dodged out on them one startled knight in zooming armor and finest porcelain hints of
feather-beating according to the preceding instructions which you naturally overlooked so awhirred to
the whys: captain your resources to the foolest extent you kin of the elders for it was said only recently by
the ancient voices that were you to continue as undermined as could have gone on to be, the would-be money
to pay to the biggest foolers in the galactic matrimony prize trip which was won by Mrs. O. B. Henry of
Frenkton, Alabama for her answer in twenty-five thousand pages or less consisting of an epic poem and
dissertation of apology on harvesting and roasting chestnuts for extraterrestrial consumption, the actual
product of which was also a winner at the Alabama State Fair as the best hog feed in show, which shows
to go you the Bilgewater Quartet when it left more of those matters to their Granny Junipera, who never
took a dive in all those years as a professional rassler despite multiple temptations to shatter her integrity
with mere dough and she knew the value of dough since she was brought up on and made the best
homemade sourdough wholewheat rye cotton-pickin' bread ever tasted in the seven stables of Horus
and kept the pharaohs alive for eons in those air-conditioned pyramids of concentrated styrofoam boxes
filled with then fresh now stale Cuban cigars dipped in canal-water-flavored starch to keep them from
going limp when they were carted off to jail as previous interrup- tions in the memory banks of the stupor
computer are adjusted to the present disruption due to the bill being paid on time in fact ahead of time
won't make a good excuse next time if in time we wend our waste as deep into fact we stumble ahead
of ourselves we together foregather for a specific purpose: to pose the finally rotten question on our
parched tongues twitching at the behest of our wormy brains and the worthy elders press around panting
for the final answer so they can go to their well-reserved rest, these antiquated pork-lappers drooling in
the nearest tobacco pouch imported from Portugal, and all we can manage is a gigantic championship
class punitive and collective belch heard at the seven corners of the earth and the forty seas and the six
Poles and the seven Italians, from Van Gogh to Lillian Gish, from Lilliput to Liguria, around the snares
of Aleister Crowley and through the black night of Wilhelm Wundt, caroming off the penguins gathering
for someday surface, and feathering out among the solar winds blowing among the smokestacks of the
Happyday Deathstar Manufacturing Company and echoing down the long arms of the farthest galaxy
and ringing in the inner ear of the silver shrew who had no memory of it but called it instinct although
it was very indistinct. Capabilities extended, commercial or otherwise, tonight we begin the rehearsal
for the wig-sharing and bronc riding show-exit. All who will perform meet at 8:00 on the big field
behind the witch's curse booth. Wickets will be set up as needed, depending on the excess population
mongers. CHAPTER 392X Lately I Been Boastly Not too old says the cuckoo, wrenching her neck in the
process of saying such a remarkable remark to the cousin of one of the plumbers cradling in his arms the
dry body of a small boy who leaks like a sandbag glass beads all around the campfire and causing
bright aura of reflected firelight that dazzles all who gather around to see him and they imagine that this
source of light must be some angel come up from heaven and so they are in awe of him and bow down
and present gifts of lead pipes and Teflon tape and solder and assorted pipe fittings. One of them, although
enthralled, is so addicted to tobacco that he lights up a Camel and has to be shepherded out of there.
"There is an explanation for everything", which doesn't explain a damn thing. Prophecy is not dead,
merely moribund. Listening to KTOX toxic radio is hazardous to your health. Rain is when it rains if at any
time rain is and if there is any such thing as rain or is it just falling water that we have given a name or is
it just an experience that we want to talk about instead of just to experience it? The yap is a substitute for
living. But yapping could be living if it was done as itself and not instead of another thing or nothing.
When the lights go out is the time to see if one is looking for what one wants to see or sees what one sees
or sees at all what one will expect to see besides darkness. Who would curtail life on his own in behalf
of others is taking his life in his own hands and molding it into a grotesque shape of thugs to come,
withering, wasting thought in the steeples of yesteryear fantastic as it may seem in the light of night or
what right have he to see so far to reach so high to belly up to sensibility in such a forthright manner?
Maybe the question was on the tip of your thought like a humming-throated ruby bird swooping down for
the kill and yanking up by the roots an American bison bull and half a herd with it for breakfast, but not
so fast, but maybe it was so fast that we could not hear it for the music of the spears whistling down
the ages of reptiles and amphibians projected for future nevers. Play that last card now and be done with
it to begin a visual cacophony of health wonders cure for cure and poison for toxin (open the clock and
pour the tocks in) march them victims right up to the counter and take this prescription according to the
distractions which won't work and you'll have to go to the hospital and die at great expense until you
croak or your insurance runs out. Hey, chemists and docs and machines and buildings and custodians
and butchers and shrinks have to eat, too. So heat up the waffles for the company when they come and
you too can enjoy the spectacle of the loot being flooded into the coffers of the vests of the vested interests
such as the Boilermakers of Jurisprudence singing our swan song to the deaf audience of their peers
(sometimes it appears that he appears on the piers to pierce Piers Plowman by peering inside out) who are
perpetually out to lunch at the Doggie Diner toasting each other on the wonderful job they succeeded in
avoiding for the umpteenth time of their lives if you can call them that. I'm sure they do. Later it came
to be known as the Toasting Hall Four because the repast of the upper half on the Golden Wookie was
toasted to a grinding blue with all the motley feathers trimmed out with diamonds and plastic ribbons in
every hair to take in three taxis the remainder of the rotten remains of the dinner party of hooligan makers
tied up in tubes of lard or left for each orangutang to put a little spittle on for all good sakes of penny gifts
ten times a month reactivating the lessons of mystery would next be sending all messages through Mars
for the specular connection and diversionary tactics dictated that you and they and I and we came last in
the parade of healingthink of venison vision, a task for the very merry made masters until each figleaf jumps
back on the bush to provide aid and comfort to the energy foregoing elliptical plan nurtured in the bosom
of the descendants of the ancestors of each other in pushing the sacred secret knowledge down the gullets
of the unwilling volunteers of the ages zero to one thousand and two, mocking learning for all it is worth to
make a quick buck just like Frank and his animal crackers lined up to see the people watching to see if
they, too, could manage a menagerie of mangy critters munching on their favorite spectators. Nearby we
see the remains of your fastest exploration into the cosmos recovered by the spaceman Plutonium in a daring
flight to the corner and back with goggle, helmet and scarf flying in the wind of timesharing smothering
giggles of sadness to think that after this comes the delivery and there is no receiving department posted
for the occasional shipment of embarrassment wafers in assorted flavors for all or no occasions (whoever
heard of an oak cajun?). While you were savoring that we have snoke up on y'all and crept out with
whatever it would be that you will be missing if you ever wanted to notice with a slim odor-sensor clinging
to your underside for the fight in suspicion at the notion of complicity whenever you feel the signal to be
right for action in any and some directions with heaviness toward all freedom for slavery befits the
contract as unrewritten by six eternal attorneys to the contrary however blessed by he who stands up to the
count and misses his calling for my sake. That slap in the space never left the launching pod with a
core of transistorized pigs feet pickled partly by patent medicine until the final meltdown leaving the foam
of old faithful to freeze in the hills of marshmallows playing exhausted Eskimo kids in their blubber sleds
and ice chestnuts weighed out in concert hall tailings next to which pirate-tasting is an ambitious activity for
any of the forgotten beings who pledged to last until the beginning while it is made sure that you all have
the right to unclothe every thought coming up on the slant of the horizon to greet a new night begone. When
have we ever misaligned the circuits of heaven to wallow in the grasp of the Devil's prehensile tail?
Forgiveness can be overdone on the griddle of self-reproach and begin up in carbon-dated wedlock with the
anchor of spoof: therefore it is incumbent upon we all that never the two snails meet in the overgrown
glade of timewracking where our goslings are roasted even before the eggs are hatched, let alone laid upon a
rat's nest of emberred world soft in heat and melt and cool as a hipster monk in the roof of the world, wheeling
his or her way to eternity by cranking that star cluster for all he is worth until time stops out of mind, for
only mind moves in its constant unending frantic urge to urge on love/hating combat and spinning out the
days and years and centuries of agonized urge met with non-urge, urge with anti-urge with retreat and
repeat while they meet in some dark alley or winding street corner of the ancient city at Azthorell with its
undercover street vendors pretending to sell their wares to you but really picking your soul for any life left over
in the present and stuffing it in their pockets of silk brocade for later backroom trade with the little gods of
mystery cultivated in chaste backyards throughout these spiritual islands in the land forever letting some of the
secrets out into the sunlight to bleach to an unnatural whiteness and burning glare to frost every eyeball within
many parsecs after the camel relents and makes a deposit in the sands of definition to mock the criticism
of the civilized worlds who laugh at such as help the neighborhood girl's club clean up the fields of extremity
upon which nearby trees applaud vigorously in echo of clandestiny. Often shrinking from any task requiring
envelope houses can become a normal mode of approach to living out one's habits: better to discard one's
habits and proceed naked into the unknown where the only interest lies with the great toothy hairy beast of
"what?", who stalks and so is stalked by life when what is known is already dead and perfect and life is
change and discovery, so much so that it always falls back into security and perfect-striving and
truth-and-beauty grasping and so down to its common dormancy like the friendly floormat or mousy-rat or
street litter or AM radio or moron seduction. Friends and neighborns and fellow Amorcans seek you not the
best in the worlds you conquer but first let eyes wonder at the inner imperfections of the bases of the
societies encountered into letter proficiency postponed for the durable end of fixed motion where the remedy
is long overdue and in the malady itself where it was installed just before widespread stalling of the machinery
ever driving the whole complex maggot-feast. We shall not be more moved by the contentions of the spouse
of the major insect until she confesses she put the ground glass in the broth served up to the parliament at
its last congress which made them all as sharp as a tack-collector and we can't do a thing with them now:
they have erased most of the laws and even passed some that are beneficial. Pensive as the maid seems to
be, she may be yet a revolutionary except for the nearaway look in her eyes which scorns to touch the
far ideals proposed by his honors' superiors and filtered up the post by gangs of caterpillars with hairy fangs
to placate the dogs of hermits after lasting through each planned defeat that casts blank shadows at the head
of the column of mercenaries we last hired to clean up the remaining pockets of persistence in food-stuffing
analogs that back up every last reminder of penance dangling from the yule-tree come may season and poked
a little past the primer to tangle with energy blankets weaving through enemy tables logarithm-style while
waiting for the night train to ancient Memphis and pyramiding profits with comic con-games where the took
laugh all the way to the poorhouse. If you tend to foam at the mouth at this then consider what the alternative
is. Isn't it? But go on down that road to the very edge and jump off to find out why there is a road there.
None cease to marvel on considerations invented by nervous fingers in dreams at panic stations treated with
feather gloves in pantomime restaurants from any corner of the sky and tested for nuclear emissions by the
very best opium nodders for money well spent on lazy excuses aroused by sensitive musical instruments
diverted from their orbits in the art panorama into a mere diorama of genetic sports engineered as if it
mattered if anyone was a who and not a what according to some stormtrooper scientists bound for fame
and gory glory and the cover of Waste-of-Time magazine. Lizards leap on cue over silly volcanoes of snot
purely fed on organic fishmeal wrapped in rusty tobacco leaves and tied with a perforated ribbon from an
old teletype machine invented after Edison's time-warp blasted him into prominence momentarily and
changed the course of American history forever like anything in the not-there past is fixed solid. Current
passing through homely news challenges too many tombs to comfort the headhunters in their idyllic
gem setting revues staged with fan-dancers and comedians instead of the old dog, the rocking chair, the
slippers, the neighbors's lawnmower, the cut-out parrot in the flower bed and the kid's trike that strike the
serene like a lightening bolt of stinging vengeance from the lazy summer clouds. Poking around in the
lettuce dish I found out if a certain amount of moisture is planned exquisite nothing will calmly float
excessively level with wasted terminals of moment asking forgiveness. CHAPTER 123 What Can't Be
Told Or Had Plate shifting can't be resisted by three castaways in each barracks row and at last count were
testing to see relatively far into the baby cosmos with the hope of finding your best side in place of
when this prediction was made, part of it lost to posterity through osmosis but preserved in a deep cavern
at the last outpost of Arcturus before we pulled out of that losing battle and let the North Arcturians have
the whole system, a strategy dictated by the then political hodge-podge as an eager anodyne for
economic embarrassment in the higher reaches of hocus-pocus, non-infatuated with perennial thought patterns
on the wall, written in Counter-Galactic Puniform and looking-glassed for security. Rid as we were now
of all pretensions to ability-making constructs let us now be done with all forms of nativity- mongering
through the gaping rent in the drapery of tomorrow and patch up the passed paradigms by non-conscious
preening one by one of thin pastries filled with interlards that beckon across the break in rhythm of the
ages while maintaining our consternation for the best quantities of absence which cost us our arms, legs
and heads with no mistake in the direction we turn for sea kelp, and the greener the potion, the riper the
whine curling up from a rock peak in old Denveropolis on the Orange Sea. Jewels melt in the mouth
of anger squirmed upon by rags of new passions for intrusion in the form of negative broadcasts aimed
at all life positions or scatterings of pale reckonings like a net to entangle action or creation in a swirl of fake
being and coated with stark sincerity and enthusiasm for worst results to batter any stretch of growth
making everywhat safe from anyhow so no worries and gone to sleep again. Release of related chemicals
that collide with veneration won't be so onerous if well kept to the yards of gain and the pastures of convention
stored in the smart labyrinths of Castalia in lowered baskets of birdlime timed to reach all levels
simultaneously to imagine total tension in a web of presence continuing after the waste hide had worn
away from bitter oddities of paranoia lest it remain remembered of callous leverage walking hand in foot
without mention to the guardian of the Casperglass that no wind is to generate fountains of light industry except
as an aftermathematics to contending arch-factions bent on envy as progress on the road to toad-flax
harvesting, a scienbeatific breakthrough renowned from all shades of timespun, an eager foreshadowing of
offness in will, its platitudes reverberating nebulous longings what respires often elements portions all stuck
about so backed forward-castingness with an end unbegun against a branch in literary guts for shout woken
repairs massing on the border to proto-tidal-crust and happydays reflections of a deformed smug-eater.
Being purely innocent in a celestial inebriation, the favorite hostage went back from any least pretending gaze
or hear that some root is descending on carpets so slick nobody made it this far even under the tutelage of
providence whatself and therein went stages of notoriety condensing and rarefying to overcaptialize on
the roaring inertial involvement foreseen by authorities to be heading pathwise to reconstruction
or surgical remodeling of obsolete neural pathways overtrod by gangs of wandering desperados craving more
hunger than they were accustomed to after plodding across the earthly wastes jammed with psychiatric
vegetables weaving and twitching in response to invaded and eroded brainbuildings and crowds of
leaping wits claiming huge deficits in witcraft compensation witnesses who saw and heard every weird word
say that the collision of these two farces shattered the silent dawn with a mechanical portent unrecognized
in earlier minutes for a seven bed hospital bill computed by a self-taught dwarf star of stagescreen and rodeo.
Hasten to add sensible rejection vectors composing numerous purges west of local stress to record
eventually kept issues at best reality levels to ensure thin participation of goblins and warlocks in the
pattern-stretching plans no longer shortened out of proportion to how vast they shrink the possibilities for
totality and the little feet pats sweep part of parted flower petals off several edges of consciousness by
displaying tentative portals to the beetle-brows of wage-earners monkeying around with life as a sort of
pastime and the rim of going out casts its lean brown shadow over twin peaks curled around monuments
 
 CHAPTER 392X 

Lately I Been Boastly

Not too old says the cuckoo, wrenching her neck in the
process of saying such a remarkable remark to the cousin of one
of the plumbers cradling in his arms the dry body of a small boy
who leaks like a sandbag glass beads all around the campfire and
causing bright aura of reflected firelight that dazzles all who
gather around to see him and they imagine that this source of
light must be some angel come up from heaven and so they are in
awe of him and bow down and present gifts of lead pipes and
Teflon tape and solder and assorted pipe fittings. One of them,
although enthralled, is so addicted to tobacco that he lights up
a Camel and has to be shepherded out of there.

"There is an explanation for everything", which doesn't
explain a damn thing.

Prophecy is not dead, merely moribund.

Listening to KTOX toxic radio is hazardous to your health.

Rain is when it rains if at any time rain is and if there is any
such thing as rain or is it just falling water that we have given
a name or is it just an experience that we want to talk about
instead of just to experience it? The yap is a substitute for
living. But yapping could be living if it was done as itself and
not instead of another thing or nothing.

When the lights go out is the time to see if one is looking
for what one wants to see or sees what one sees or sees at all
what one will expect to see besides darkness.

Who would curtail life on his own in behalf of others is
taking his life in his own hands and molding it into a grotesque
shape of thugs to come, withering, wasting thought in the
steeples of yesteryear fantastic as it may seem in the light of
night or what right have he to see so far to reach so high to
belly up to sensibility in such a forthright manner?

Maybe the question was on the tip of your thought like a
humming-throated ruby bird swooping down for the kill and yanking
up by the roots an American bison bull and half a herd with it
for breakfast, but not so fast, but maybe it was so fast that we
could not hear it for the music of the spears whistling down the
ages of reptiles and amphibians projected for future nevers.

Play that last card now and be done with it to begin a
visual cacophony of health wonders cure for cure and poison for
toxin (open the clock and pour the tocks in) march them victims
right up to the counter and take this prescription according to
the distractions which won't work and you'll have to go to the
hospital and die at great expense until you croak or your
insurance runs out. Hey, chemists and docs and machines and
buildings and custodians and butchers and shrinks have to eat,
too. So heat up the waffles for the company when they come and
you too can enjoy the spectacle of the loot being flooded into
the coffers of the vests of the vested interests such as the
Boilermakers of Jurisprudence singing our swan song to the deaf
audience of their peers (sometimes it appears that he appears on
the piers to pierce Piers Plowman by peering inside out) who are
perpetually out to lunch at the Doggie Diner toasting each other
on the wonderful job they succeeded in avoiding for the umpteenth
time of their lives if you can call them that. I'm sure they do.

Later it came to be known as the Toasting Hall Four because
the repast of the upper half on the Golden Wookie was toasted to
a grinding blue with all the motley feathers trimmed out with
diamonds and plastic ribbons in every hair to take in three taxis
the remainder of the rotten remains of the dinner party of
hooligan makers tied up in tubes of lard or left for each
orangutang to put a little spittle on for all good sakes of penny
gifts ten times a month reactivating the lessons of mystery would
next be sending all messages through Mars for the specular
connection and diversionary tactics dictated that you and they
and I and we came last in the parade of healingthink of venison
vision, a task for the very merry made masters until each figleaf
jumps back on the bush to provide aid and comfort to the energy
foregoing elliptical plan nurtured in the bosom of the
descendants of the ancestors of each other in pushing the sacred
secret knowledge down the gullets of the unwilling volunteers of
the ages zero to one thousand and two, mocking learning for all
it is worth to make a quick buck just like Frank and his animal
crackers lined up to see the people watching to see if they, too,
could manage a menagerie of mangy critters munching on their
favorite spectators.

Nearby we see the remains of your fastest exploration into
the cosmos recovered by the spaceman Plutonium in a daring flight
to the corner and back with goggle, helmet and scarf flying in
the wind of timesharing smothering giggles of sadness to think
that after this comes the delivery and there is no receiving
department posted for the occasional shipment of embarrassment
wafers in assorted flavors for all or no occasions (whoever heard
of an oak cajun?). While you were savoring that we have snoke up
on y'all and crept out with whatever it would be that you will be
missing if you ever wanted to notice with a slim odor-sensor
clinging to your underside for the fight in suspicion at the
notion of complicity whenever you feel the signal to be right for
action in any and some directions with heaviness toward all
freedom for slavery befits the contract as unrewritten by six
eternal attorneys to the contrary however blessed by he who
stands up to the count and misses his calling for my sake.

That slap in the space never left the launching pod with a
core of transistorized pigs feet pickled partly by patent
medicine until the final meltdown leaving the foam of old
faithful to freeze in the hills of marshmallows playing exhausted
Eskimo kids in their blubber sleds and ice chestnuts weighed out
in concert hall tailings next to which pirate-tasting is an
ambitious activity for any of the forgotten beings who pledged to
last until the beginning while it is made sure that you all have
the right to unclothe every thought coming up on the slant of the
horizon to greet a new night begone.

When have we ever misaligned the circuits of heaven to
wallow in the grasp of the Devil's prehensile tail?

Forgiveness can be overdone on the griddle of self-reproach
and begin up in carbon-dated wedlock with the anchor of spoof:
therefore it is incumbent upon we all that never the two snails
meet in the overgrown glade of timewracking where our goslings
are roasted even before the eggs are hatched, let alone laid upon
a rat's nest of emberred world soft in heat and melt and cool as
a hipster monk in the roof of the world, wheeling his or her way
to eternity by cranking that star cluster for all he is worth
until time stops out of mind, for only mind moves in its constant
unending frantic urge to urge on love/hating combat and spinning
out the days and years and centuries of agonized urge met with
non-urge, urge with anti-urge with retreat and repeat while they
meet in some dark alley or winding street corner of the ancient
city at Azthorell with its undercover street vendors pretending
to sell their wares to you but really picking your soul for any
life left over in the present and stuffing it in their pockets of
silk brocade for later backroom trade with the little gods of
mystery cultivated in chaste backyards throughout these spiritual
islands in the land forever letting some of the secrets out into
the sunlight to bleach to an unnatural whiteness and burning
glare to frost every eyeball within many parsecs after the camel
relents and makes a deposit in the sands of definition to mock
the criticism of the civilized worlds who laugh at such as help
the neighborhood girl's club clean up the fields of extremity
upon which nearby trees applaud vigorously in echo of
clandestiny.

Often shrinking from any task requiring envelope houses can
become a normal mode of approach to living out one's habits:
better to discard one's habits and proceed naked into the unknown
where the only interest lies with the great toothy hairy beast of
"what?", who stalks and so is stalked by life when what is known
is already dead and perfect and life is change and discovery, so
much so that it always falls back into security and
perfect-striving and truth-and-beauty grasping and so down to its
common dormancy like the friendly floormat or mousy-rat or street
litter or AM radio or moron seduction.

Friends and neighborns and fellow Amorcans seek you not the
best in the worlds you conquer but first let eyes wonder at the
inner imperfections of the bases of the societies encountered
into letter proficiency postponed for the durable end of fixed
motion where the remedy is long overdue and in the malady itself
where it was installed just before widespread stalling of the
machinery ever driving the whole complex maggot-feast.

We shall not be more moved by the contentions of the spouse
of the major insect until she confesses she put the ground glass
in the broth served up to the parliament at its last congress
which made them all as sharp as a tack-collector and we can't do
a thing with them now: they have erased most of the laws and even
passed some that are beneficial.

Pensive as the maid seems to be, she may be yet a
revolutionary except for the nearaway look in her eyes which
scorns to touch the far ideals proposed by his honors' superiors
and filtered up the post by gangs of caterpillars with hairy
fangs to placate the dogs of hermits after lasting through each
planned defeat that casts blank shadows at the head of the column
of mercenaries we last hired to clean up the remaining pockets of
persistence in food-stuffing analogs that back up every last
reminder of penance dangling from the yule-tree come may season
and poked a little past the primer to tangle with energy blankets
weaving through enemy tables logarithm-style while waiting for
the night train to ancient Memphis and pyramiding profits with
comic con-games where the took laugh all the way to the
poorhouse.

If you tend to foam at the mouth at this then consider what
the alternative is. Isn't it? But go on down that road to the
very edge and jump off to find out why there is a road there.

None cease to marvel on considerations invented by nervous
fingers in dreams at panic stations treated with feather gloves
in pantomime restaurants from any corner of the sky and tested
for nuclear emissions by the very best opium nodders for money
well spent on lazy excuses aroused by sensitive musical
instruments diverted from their orbits in the art panorama into a
mere diorama of genetic sports engineered as if it mattered if
anyone was a who and not a what according to some stormtrooper
scientists bound for fame and gory glory and the cover of
Waste-of-Time magazine.

Lizards leap on cue over silly volcanoes of snot purely fed
on organic fishmeal wrapped in rusty tobacco leaves and tied with
a perforated ribbon from an old teletype machine invented after
Edison's time-warp blasted him into prominence momentarily and
changed the course of American history forever like anything in
the not-there past is fixed solid.

Current passing through homely news challenges too many
tombs to comfort the headhunters in their idyllic gem setting
revues staged with fan-dancers and comedians instead of the old
dog, the rocking chair, the slippers, the neighbors's lawnmower,
the cut-out parrot in the flower bed and the kid's trike that
strike the serene like a lightening bolt of stinging vengeance
from the lazy summer clouds.

Poking around in the lettuce dish I found out if a certain
amount of moisture is planned exquisite nothing will calmly float
excessively level with wasted terminals of moment asking
forgiveness.

CHAPTER 123

What Can't Be Told Or Had

Plate shifting can't be resisted by three castaways in each
barracks row and at last count were testing to see relatively far
into the baby cosmos with the hope of finding your best side in
place of when this prediction was made, part of it lost to
posterity through osmosis but preserved in a deep cavern at the
last outpost of Arcturus before we pulled out of that losing
battle and let the North Arcturians have the whole system, a
strategy dictated by the then political hodge-podge as an eager
anodyne for economic embarrassment in the higher reaches of
hocus-pocus, non-infatuated with perennial thought patterns on
the wall, written in Counter-Galactic Puniform and
looking-glassed for security.

Rid as we were now of all pretensions to ability-making
constructs let us now be done with all forms of nativity-
mongering through the gaping rent in the drapery of tomorrow and
patch up the passed paradigms by non-conscious preening one by
one of thin pastries filled with interlards that beckon across
the break in rhythm of the ages while maintaining our
consternation for the best quantities of absence which cost us
our arms, legs and heads with no mistake in the direction we turn
for sea kelp, and the greener the potion, the riper the whine
curling up from a rock peak in old Denveropolis on the Orange
Sea.

Jewels melt in the mouth of anger squirmed upon by rags of
new passions for intrusion in the form of negative broadcasts
aimed at all life positions or scatterings of pale reckonings
like a net to entangle action or creation in a swirl of fake
being and coated with stark sincerity and enthusiasm for worst
results to batter any stretch of growth making everywhat safe
from anyhow so no worries and gone to sleep again.

Release of related chemicals that collide with veneration
won't be so onerous if well kept to the yards of gain and the
pastures of convention stored in the smart labyrinths of Castalia
in lowered baskets of birdlime timed to reach all levels
simultaneously to imagine total tension in a web of presence
continuing after the waste hide had worn away from bitter
oddities of paranoia lest it remain remembered of callous
leverage walking hand in foot without mention to the guardian of
the Casperglass that no wind is to generate fountains of light
industry except as an aftermathematics to contending
arch-factions bent on envy as progress on the road to toad-flax
harvesting, a scienbeatific breakthrough renowned from all shades
of timespun, an eager foreshadowing of offness in will, its
platitudes reverberating nebulous longings what respires often
elements portions all stuck about so backed forward-castingness
with an end unbegun against a branch in literary guts for shout
woken repairs massing on the border to proto-tidal-crust and
happydays reflections of a deformed smug-eater.

Being purely innocent in a celestial inebriation, the
favorite hostage went back from any least pretending gaze or hear
that some root is descending on carpets so slick nobody made it
this far even under the tutelage of providence whatself and
therein went stages of notoriety condensing and rarefying to
overcaptialize on the roaring inertial involvement foreseen by
authorities to be heading pathwise to reconstruction or surgical
remodeling of obsolete neural pathways overtrod by gangs of
wandering desperados craving more hunger than they were
accustomed to after plodding across the earthly wastes jammed
with psychiatric vegetables weaving and twitching in response to
invaded and eroded brainbuildings and crowds of leaping wits
claiming huge deficits in witcraft compensation witnesses who saw
and heard every weird word say that the collision of these two
farces shattered the silent dawn with a mechanical portent
unrecognized in earlier minutes for a seven bed hospital bill
computed by a self-taught dwarf star of stagescreen and rodeo.

Hasten to add sensible rejection vectors composing
numerous purges west of local stress to record eventually kept
issues at best reality levels to ensure thin participation of
goblins and warlocks in the pattern-stretching plans no longer
shortened out of proportion to how vast they shrink the
possibilities for totality and the little feet pats sweep part of
parted flower petals off several edges of consciousness by
displaying tentative portals to the beetle-brows of wage-earners
monkeying around with life as a sort of pastime and the rim of
going out casts its lean brown shadow over twin peaks curled
around monuments raised to ignorance commended to real savagery
committees twice normal size if fully-funded by voluntary
extortion so as to be a hazardous waste dumpster.

The book of aches and pains opens with the removal of any
clues to the how-abouts where its extension pastes onto the
endpapers of tune willing efforts over these same grounds time
after thyme spreading herbal remedies way out to three sets of
happenings wrenched airward in the teeth of a pale bakery steward
standing thirty steps south of the entrance to his pale bakery
wearing only his black denim recipe hat for protection from the
illegal fallout after the trial of the cursory lawyers blew up
onto the upper plate of St. Jessup who lapped it around between
his jaws for the greater glory of perception and began to slaver
down his extended chin onto all four corners of the earth at once
forming reverse glaciers which thoroughly confused all the numbly
watching extraterrestrials and they rushed to their multi-imaging
spectrometers for the latest news analysis on what's up with these
odd creatures of the blue planet, throwing memos in various baskets
and shopping around for their favorite digestive tablets or
sleeping potion, meanwhile placing their bets on the next
exponential action of these guys to disrupt law and ordure in the
maxiverse, come what may or june to shield the very nature of reliability.

  CHAPTER 222

Each One Tends Hazlenut Banners

Who is stupider, me or them?

If going to great lengths is only half the battle, does the
shift in temper bring with it underlying resolution to the
conflicts of eternal ideation before considering every nebulous
factor each facet holds?

After taking two trails toward tenacity, reports led us to
think that you could no longer take facts with enough salt to
veer you off the trail of falsity or fable to protect you from
disaster.

If one were to survive, then how was the fever of greed and
addiction to knowing absolutely going to contribute to succumbing
directly or indirectly without at least creating tenacity in
perishment spinning out into zero notions like several severed
servants of serendipity when they were introduced to getaway cars
by being run over at the nearest intersection round about noon at
darkness of the solar eclipse in modern remake engineered by
Hollywood with cooperation of interplanetary biscuits as the
chief whistleblower blazoning across the skies in utopia-color or
whip up the noble froth of passion in little kids for the last
vestiges of health-giving chemicals with milk, sugar and
strawberries every morning as a substitute for subcutaneous
injection although that is done, too, just to make sure the
little brats are under control of the proper perfect people
rulers from the start since it is so hard to convert those old
fogies.

The rubbing of all the cancer tricks into the roll of one
taking test samples which can get across the yesterdays of hope do
not send for whom the ball rolls faster than anybody can wander
part way to the crest or crust of its volcano with better
elements of guts than previously dreamed for will never be
believed by those who can or can't see after I get done with them
as soon as permission is granted under the rules of shame
prevailing at no time until efforts are arranged in
complimentary order such that even the boldest seeks to tamper
with total modification ever handy half jumps into tender glades
of wild strawberries and old acorns preaching by being.

Now to end all fulfillment of nasty and habitual desires for
happiness the committee on the least life presents the latest
prevention of beingness we can think of, that is, thought of for
us by something we don't know what because we aren't, which is
the star conspiracy to mangle and tangle any harmonious motion or
thought it comes upon, any life or trust or interest or creation
being anathema to the dead and dying which just run off
automatically clankety-clank and like a sponge soak up but don't
use what life it can mop up from whenever carelessly left lying
around.

Fake is next in line at the whim store and feels impelled to
gather nests of fluctuations in wavelength for a bouquet of
manifestations of parallel passiverses neck-and-neck in the
booklet of reaches from usefulness not that yanking these over
toward questionable apertures can result in better rates for most
of the customers that wallow in the goo of bellow-land at any
event seen or surmised to be heard of sailing to Istanbul by slow
star-freight with explosions in the stern to keep the crew
interested and awake past lunch time with their small glazed eyes
bloodshot in effort to see without themselves being seen or that
puckhead of a captain drunk over his cribbage board giving wild
orders into the Fluorine group where there is no trade except
punk rocks which no one wants even in the patient ripple of space
dust slowly creaking into the creek of crusty cream at risk of
overpropelling the few elephant zippers we have left, so don't
surprise yourself that thanks to many master proposals, an ounce
of Neptune Pudding orbits Aunt Nelly's porch swing.

Public dentists notwithstanding, weather balloons seldom
burst in the flabby mouths of gorillas who or which fail to get
their annual checkups of their upchuck manuals instead of
scouring the orchards of the Southern sheriff for evidence of
catnip particles thrown off by the latest humility storm of
low-flying humblebees cracking their backs to achieve faster-
than-light sweetness.

Vigorously pondering themes of ghastly improvidence may send
one into the actuality of the thing one is mulling over until it
is the overriding presence to face in the slog through space and
time that caustic commentary on our worth and whether we can bake
a chortle pie in the seconds available to us and have it come out
of the oven with its smile sufficiently faded by proper
molecular motion and atomic collision with elastic dust coating
the wrinkles and lost paths appeasing anxious reaches from
pitiless bottoms and the last tricks and tracks of which
overbound two ways from the ends on the morning of dilapidation
postponed when it was snowed out by averaging angels yet never
wonder for a moment if those were the very trade winds for which
the search had been abandoned least and last from tents of
circus-rhymers over the pass into the Valley of Wad eventualizing
wheeze-pardons for wheezewrights as a double-dip bribe for any
keeping matches left in the horse-trough.

Playing two results gone on for too long to be measured
accurately there is said to be an unrelenting boredom hitching a
ride to relevance with a hint of meaning flapping on its forelock
and seeming to speak to a fabric of harmlessness fogging up the
forward surge with a voice of beagles at bay wind sounds
amplified by the specialty organs floating tethered to three
pairs of bi-tails and booming down the trail of promise marked by
lamps of unrest swinging from the whether-trees and providing
lasting indolent glimpses of theoretical musiques from all
periods of untested equations leaving all known frames of
reverence at the starting gate and bursting onto the scheme of
flings by startlement and insinuendo.

In tears and anger and guilt the mother cleaned up after her
child not knowing whether he had caused the mess out of anger,
spite, clumsiness, viciousness or helpingness, and yet the toil
was just as heavy and futile as the future was barren as the past
was wasted and the dreams unreached through present progress
which was therefore no progress at all since it was not moving
toward those pretty dreams which were an escape from the unwanted
present which was unwanted because one had it and only what one
does not have can be wanted or dreamed of and yearned for and
what one has can not be wanted, but if one wanted what one had,
would it disappear like a reverse dream of past loveliness
waiting just around the next turn of the path or shimmering there
faintly on the far side of the circle of time?

CHAPTER 37

Anniversary of Warrant Paste

Trade one time for another and what have you got besides
what is not there when you are or would be if you weren't, a
nasty paradox only possible by thinking, and thinking that the
word is the word is the thing and that some thoughts are things
and a perception is a protection from experience now and then in
places of taste and order on weaknose Sundays across the waters
of babbling books hung for no crime detected beyond that of
beginning to be stopped in mid-pace exactly on the dime of an
edge.

What hope there is in extra horns of the antelope can be
seen once if at all by creasing a thin slice of bologna with the
edge of a shovel until the parting seam shows through a glowing
aperture wanded into the air ghostily by a master showman or
shaman on vacation at the Imperial Hotel on the cuff where he
washes dishes for the next few years to pay the tab of all the
residents nestled in their beds dreaming of sugar daddies after
this last barrel of elbow grease dissolves into waves of bubble
bath straining for the drain and headed out to sea to see if
youth can be restrained or remained by a sedentary elixir tuned
to I AM radio in which we provide all the materials needed to
build your own golden privy with no external connections to the
internal world of panic pools noting in the meantime all restless
palaces replace tentative homesickness for space probes left in
universal orbit for which there is no vaccine but use only as
misdirected for blest results.

Taken as a whole, the hole is seldom so venerated as when it
is empty, a state in which it is almost nevertheless found often
as not known compared to the hardly barely seen whole hole
through which everything seeks to pass causing a darkness unto
night which when all motion ceases resembles no hole at all and
begins to eject all notions that there ever will be a hole whole
at that point again, being a block whole, not to be confused with
a black whole, which has an entirely different absence and can't
position, unlike the block whole, which does not.

Direct permission can be acquired through diligent
positioning of the appreciation of pantomime welling up in the
sprite nature we all possess each Spring after the blooming of
three yards of grilled cheeseburgers over the parched pavement
turning for the run over the Coast Range into the San Vertigo
Valley expecting sounds of vocal groundhogs to float after fresh
replicas of oil derricks like cotton candy melting before the
blasts of proportional ice cubes each toiling for shape
maintenance or transfigured into aromatic oven cleaner trusting
no least buttered beaks to furnish waste time slots for
implementation of crucible maxims lasting up until last Tuesday a
week.

All words a pedestrian-footer tasted were tall individual
stalks of mannerisms under prop of cable-releases lubricated with
air-pockets of glum mosaics, the central ambiance of whiches was
to begin less than breath could calculate in fruited glass
positions by the axed strings of elven harps gathered upon the
beaches forward of the oyster beds still hardly sleeping lustily
owing to Nordic basket weavers' local potions scattered
succulently after the annual star harvest into shocks of pure
moondust if only a habit of partial cleaving noises to one
another's crestfall nook, or spook-crafted handle chest-high in
the slopes of carrion building we'll be sorry which took one rose
over the other fiddleneck diagram on down to never wait
cost-pledges circulated until one day in baking heat you lost the
right to compulsion rages.

Eager Toucan feathers jump at the chance to be hatted for
the Queen's squalid format hidden years betwixt horse pudding
quizzers pasted in old albums of bums all messed down where seen
with grease models, yakking all the wheel and wheedling out
portions of sad tales of torture tools topped with creamed whips
on the creases of their backs as an affront to any snivelized man
or whole nitpicker probing into story shops or tale bins for
surgical material to harangue audiences with at conventions where
mobsters bark up talented shoe-trees with the peek of perfection
certified by all of one survey of gigantic jewel foisters
garnered from the pages of the late King's magazine.

Publish the next weirds tall bends fancied for some task of
substance ministered from the depths of ideas couched for
analysis in barbaric council chambers right up to the moment
which lasted so far long with salted wounds rigged partially
outside twin positions on lizard ribs by ornery instigators
suspiciously subsidized from without any consensus of endgame
theory recently approved by nice folks like us for use in every
notable situation demanding care and love extending to a golden
fleet of footed fancies wiping webbed feet on tardy wedding gifts
the urge of which sends curving shivers down and across cactus
spines after the desert is served by irritating vast areas with
Spam in hopes of treating no one alike which would clear the
desks for more impatient business winging in the waithouse until
your guests finish that trumped-up charge of the dark brigands
into the steamy valley wall still wet with stucco and kids'
inscriptions.

Posing no threat to the fez sellers wheat cocktails drift
precariously out over yellow rocks and band together on the she
sore fickle as it were at an address to test the great tea
bashers in two stages of hardness permitting numerous paths to
get past the security perimeters established to include or
exclude alternate parishioners by positronic means which means,
if you didn't guess, that yonder fortress handles envelope havens
for truth serum adulterators as they generate fresh immobilities
and resentments among the tribes on the banks of the kettle drums
to teach by example numerous worry-thrusts painted out to be all
salutary on befogged inlets of whale-gate skimmers scattered in
tents over the grey clouds of gunpowder emissions waiting for
industry to catch up with purple surmises due on the day before
toy building commences with vocal correction lenses dangling from
too many lampposts to be an accident of fate or an acceptance of
hate.

CHAPTER 009937

Faster Than Lighter Einstein Panels

Cheap as dust is, no parson is in his right mine who wallows
his swallows in perfections of this driest of glue ingredients
for as long as, say, it takes to blink half an eye, without also
taking precautions to bend the menace to fit total factory bait
and release weary odors onto the flat of the pool table whence
rest yells its protest that it could alone lurch in such a
fashion to the thrum of bandoleers strung between forklifts
headed for carts unknown with a zeal unexpected early in the
frame to lynch the Marx brothers on principle to the principal
structure of the existential argument fostered by the Lenin
brothers in the tradition of John Foster Pullet, former chicken
cracker for some bank or otherwise geological vault which was
cracked up to be inestimable in its croak value and probably was,
so far as frog legs are concerned (having spoken to many a
concerned frog leg), armed to the teeth with brass monkeys
dribbling bandanna juice down their skins to the delight of
audiences anywhere who could be charged admission at confession
of profession to recession totaled to seclude repulsed farmers
meaning to have for themselves normal relations with the opposite
wrench wild as it may scheme for types downcast to rushing yards
for turnstiles cast part way even at dusk and hammered to keep
fast potions weaseled and furled around squeak tiles at the mad
fumble of fury taking best fuels for first trips in below lands
or break house worth many deliveries of trash whether expected of
or not expected of, if going hinders wrap dowsers in their
careers of pleading hopeness, they can but protrude out from the
inside of their redundancy in a rubber stamp fashion, kindly
latex litigation cruiser even envious of justice makers' tutors
rehearsing in the backyards of fern forests the little shortages
which will bring an end to yields of gasping portent, holding out
until we debark on one last voyage of recovery over the back
trails of memory piles, and stretching out wanton wings react to
inner spoken and harsh harmonies varying by hairsbreaths from
portal seizers who cannot undertake false wonder yet, not having
been through any sweet mill of agony bet on by a vagrant bookie
with loads of paraphernalia for computing odds and evens.

So good folks tend to hesitate to forget to urge others to
remember to hold off on projecting their wishes onto their last
of kinfolk without a whisper of hope for a panel of wood to
screen these result-laden nightmares of delight, based on a novel
idea by the Spaniel trainer Theobald Mellechtook, beat as we are
to the ground sausage boiled in beeswax, and if we spend another
few billions of years here it will be another's will for we will
not if given a choice in the final paralysis.

Take me, for instance.

Other tasked peoples will, when goaded, preform structures
of fable-foam under the springs of shoestrings abandoned from
western modes of reserve stock as feeble resistance during the
coming of the dew-spattered tusks growing in the blasted meadow
where ten frontal fires raged and stormed their ire against
unheralded scraping of force screens' operators, who were just
getting by anyway before all this happened to them the poor
fellows hadn't a chance to begin to back out of there with the
tattoos on their backs, ill-fitting as they were, and next it was
the bogus mind-hunters troupe in those silly tights and bells,
laughing and screaming out about eggs and idos or something and
explaining everything wrong as if there was a knowing going on
somewhere over there justifying their peaks of hilarity about
anything except their own antics as antiques.

Well made ruins forge a way into revels on freak paths yet
misdiscovered by and for and from acid relics and joke-hoarders.
Next week had been expected for some time when all of a
sudden it stood fully armed in our midst with an expression as if
to say that it thought that we thought it was unwelcome, and with
that it was gone into the whatever it came from, and we have had
this hole in our time of a week since then; if we ever catch up
or whatever you do in this situation, I suppose it won't matter
that it happened that way, but until it catches us up we are
stuck in this gap in no time, a non-temporal bestiary where any
nothing might happen except that we would never find out about it
since we are in it and can't even tell anyone about it who might
have a solution for whatever fee we couldn't raise or even hand
over even by cancelled check, so if you can quick feel out the
eternal matrix coordinates and masticate the juices of chance, as
our theorists non-understand the problem, we can begin to end the
imaginary misery of this mystery and get back to our humdrum,
fruitless lives, and relax a while before next month bangs on our
door, wasting our best old men fabricating excuses for tampering
with a temporized temper-tantrum when we prefer to taunt taxonomy
for its part in equality-pollution. We will tax taxonomy to the
limit of classification for that impertinence over yet
unpracticed storage-brokers innocently learning their trade.

CHAPTER 74

Eats With Two Handles Imposed

Some higher , some lower is the way we see the results of
canning two of those catfish fellers way down in the back shed on
the dusk side of today stretched out for the week of vegetable
harvests ten teams out of nine peaks of the mound swept with
garnish hardly earthbound.

Old guy walks over the side of the road for a little
distance in the twilight to tell his friend that you are going to
arrive tonight in a chariot of gold gadgets holywoven for extra
strength on the trip from endless pardon to handy totals dealt
out to an enormous crowd of werewolves down on their luck in a
land overflowing with warm-blooded dinosaurs with mercurial fluid
running in their veins and arterial extravaganzas showing all of
us just what becomes of gallons of bad jokes when they are let
loose on the unsuspecting herd.

Lest it be brushed off as only a dream of this poor
reporter, we engaged an impartial observer to gauge the humble
response to our outdated plans to reform Western "Civilization"
in the only manner we could think of which was to restore what we
tore off some time hence of the veneer called perfection, sending
upon the visitors a tidal wave of remorseless pantography so
that no one knew what size anything was or would be from moment
to moment lasting until all the portions of ghost-filler were
double treated with harsh chimericals in each joint and tendon
they wandered through in a dizzy haze of great youth bubbles
bursting for pride in the rations left in tablet form for quiet
reading in the waiting rooms of Canada when the trains are late
in the early dawn creeping hours past the welcome desk to the
dungeon instead of listening to the handwriting on the sky for
purple secrets of emaciated undergraduates hammered and jawed
over and over near to neuron embrittlement castle built
upsidedown in the mountain of genuine pride by overzealous door
and floor merchants masquerading as tubby little Ozark idols and
crazy quilts parallel parked in the drive-in theater of thrills
and spills and swills and bargainvillea displays all gaslit for
immediate resumption.

Preached to the beginning of her rope, the illegal
varlet-hammerer poked about for something to hang an epithet on
without a zinc and carbon lining for any trench toward tobacco
spat kneesocks floating after nimble admirers of cake pan lickers
free of any adult restraints or traditional shackles bought with
slivers of shekels bent with arbitrary mind power molded with
implanted rollercoaster functions and monitored for timeless tea
breaks in my tortured formulations of basket framing equations
mustered out from the terrible justice-grinders from the
temperate planet Bozo, once only discovered by the Hoople
Telescope and fiber optics and now covered from sterm to sten
with Magellanic Crowds rubber-necking for half they're worth
until the Rabbit Cops dispense with the goodies and middies and
baddies which wakes them up from this prosaic practice dream and
they see what they are really doing and put their pockets back in
their mirrors.

If we slip through, if we slip through one by one, what will
happen to the guard at the village gate when he is discovered
sleeping and covered with our kind blanket of silken horsehairs
and the high priests of the hills of pension wonder how it has
been going for lo these manly years in the deserts abounding all
around the oasis where nobody dares to live because the water is
highly poisonous to all who believe it is in every hour of the
day and twice at dusk and dawn, noon and midnight to each and
every person who is out of present time and starving around in
prehistoric climes for a dime handout every second Friday of the
forty-third month of mock yearversary?

Note well on that thick hand pad of yours with that charcoal
stick of a pen for pigs every instance where two or more of these
gather together in my name for they shall be struck down over the
lip of the gorge to their lives over everlasting fields of limp
party hats strewn with bugle blown confetti until they reach the
wishing hole for scrupulous ideas of an irreverent nature and
surpass it with undertones of sublimity dripping off their curly
hair and spinning at lazy horn inspection reasons for the apex of
bean growing lessons in the University of Extreme Criminal
Function Hampering where the alumni gather constantly to dream of
past glories and Fast Alice serves the mint mousse after the
dessert cigars have blown up one by one like a string of
firecrackers in a cheese barrel of money donated for the
prevention of mummified instructors' unions and the radical
piling of wisdom upon wisdom in an unrestrained fashion with no
respect for the proficy of truth.

Win a free beast with no hind beak and six unfurled tails on
each ear, eyes in the back of its hands, and a microwave coinslot
for feeding it bloated pastel curatives engraved with the
Emperor's dislikeness by the paranormal coatrack posing as Lord
High Spongemaster to the jester and pretaster for the little Dog
King Abdul McMonitor who was glued to the throne one day when a
roving bat collector spilled the superglue pot off the scaffold
when the wallpaper was being installed onto the seat just before
the Mutt King sat down and since no one could by law speak woof
no warning was issued with the jolly result that everyone does
pretty much as he pleases and the Canine King gets fed and
ignored.

If you could only see the prune faced rocks now as they are
bouncing over the staves of the wicker caskets into every sweet
heart facing execution for love-mongering in the last hours of
strife, you would cast more and more glances over ten wheels of
parsimony geared to last indefinitely short amidst the buckle and
berry market crash presided over by none other than Coleridge the
old salt himself and tied to the mast with spaghetti and cotton
candy over his eyes so he can not see the sly wrens that seek to
reduce him to their lyric and cadenza over the howl of good sense
marketed by mental maggots gagging on their own spiel of twisted
emotionmental gyrations like an onion of lies with no center and
no end except to step sideways and look before you slip and fall
in your own vomit with its artificial flavor and color and
chemical perversities.

CHAPTER 462

Whenever The Coach Says "Halt", Carpe Diem, Endlessly

With his sinister approach to pandemonium the imaginary
Officer of Creativity for the District of Philadelphia, lower
right quadrant, muzzled his face into the last empty carton
littering the docks of the spaceport of Patient Enterprises to
see if he could find anything worth his while to use for grafting
onto the missing left arm of the abandoned and moribund orbiting
laboratory to make it a little more appealing to the eyes of
those Earthlings who even bothered to look into the sky on a
summer or any other dreamless night, but all he found was an
antenna for a Seventies boom-box and it was bent, so he lay down
on the cold cement to take a nap until time to make his next
report which was several days hence and dreamed of times when he
would have been often King of hounds bearing the galaxies on
their backs toward the tiny funnel of wisdom with its sharp teeth
jingling in the dark plastic furry goo that rattled down
everywhere the flowers failed to flounder their weary heads
together at the window of pedestrianism.

Keeping pace with the earliest developments is the duty of
every green blooded descendent of the famous and ground-breaking
steam powered heart pacemaker recipients who volunteered their
time and money to contribute to this profit-able research into
prolonging the suffering of any guinea pigs we don't happen to
like, and anybody, particularly the young, who neglects to
remember to fail to participate would have his synapses
reconstituted by the Marlowe process while he or it is being
dragged through the misty marbles of watermelon splashing with
hiccups in full array to the tune of I Dream of the Sweet Chariot
played by the Brad Jones Culinary Ensemble through their hats.

Petulant purveyors of poverty pretend pity propitiates the
gods that look down on persons living some kind of life or other
and have some purpose to pursue in the gallant twilight rubbing
up against the tropical energy settling into the peaks of manners
notorious in post office lobbies and parades of spinning kettle
drums on vacant holiday armament committees drafting their
memoranda over the outrage of penny feather eaters who scream for
injustice and tyranny in the mode of their fivefathers at the
height of their degradation as they extradited distilled water
spiders from trapdoor to Tunisian trip wires woven into a tragic
design for matching their destiny for trillions of years of
Earthspin to that of giant lizards of the minor woods of mars for
a day or so.

Take it from one who knows where is where in all aspects of
genesis on habit forging comedy lapses each vane pointing outward
toward the snares of kingdom come which beckon onward drifting
salads packed with minimals or vital signs of thought fabric
woven gorgeously in charitable patterns to beat out the dust of
mercenaries choking the superhighways to information distortion
modes multifarious and ignoble in theory as in practice that
makes perfectly insensible to the partial perceptions of the best
of savages lemming it into oceans of false ideas and emotions
with the subtle brainwashing shining eerily under their skins
like fireflies in the sunlight cancelled by a celestial storm of
vengeance for crimes real or imagined.

"Portrait of the Marxist as a Young Partisan" read the brass
plate under the huge miniature canvas hanging in the men's
restroom at the Yugoslav booth at the All World Fair when the
clouds hit at the lake bottoms to stir up the dregs of ancient
wines of antiquity or iniquity but instead loosing latent lake
monsters on every hand open for a grubby dime for a coff of
cuppee wrapped in custard chanting about Tom and Jericho in a
toppled tower of strawberry stems ready for the wheelbarrow from
Hell mocking methodologies recently uncertified as fit for Jovian
consumption.

Stand by for the latest humdrum puked back into the maw of
brick havens mortal underpinnings yet staggeringly out-dated by
the time it came around against youth meandering past part of
today's hurtling just plain sorcerer's tower leaping in ecstatic
agony for a chance to ride the mule for free through the
quicksand of false memories just showing above the waves of
passion when they totally subside beside the resulting packing of
tubular master castings of condensed pretense and pop out of the
oven a lovely shade of charcoal black. In a related broadcast for
local audiences the big fellow went to the extreme of guessing
hard questions far past the space allotted to suspend
trusteeships in the ocean of spastic smartings whispered thinly
after creaks of jaw-power wipe them out like an elephant wipes
his snout on a bedsheet of burlap or a mandrill paints his face
in three-dimensional LCD color options beaten into his wafer
skull by waves of trembling impacts from the nutty way-station we
all visit periodically for our clean-up/check-up and wish we
hadn't.

Draining the bottle is next of all the best visit when made
ten days before extra reasons appear in duplicate colors often
hidden in the opulent stitching waving goodbye after departure
begins operating on its own steam to distend the belly of opinion
far higher to twice the wise of venture caking sprints or want of
parrot ugliness to waste forth down hat couplers willing to bear
animals for hire and a real cloud appeaser New York dressed right
down the center of futility speaking conferentially after the
falsehood romancing diligently overhead to the tone of "who
cares?" while balancing on his left lower stump for
penny-pinching zebra halters each engraved with passive missives
foretold later.

 CHAPTER 419 

Every Least One Of These Thespians

The tilted parallel geyser fraudulently waits for the
yesterday wind to glow entire palaces into sweet bear caves
resistant to pallid orphans steaming down shattered rivers of
dreams after waddles of hoist-makers prove the rights of
generations of plastic rivals to renounce relative malice for two
year stretches while jealous healing takes the place of trembling
anger in the former life of the gods from elsewhere needling the
proprietor into giving up some of the hill dedicated to
appeasement to be used for ulterior proposals aimed at restoring
red brick economics as a transition to deafening ice cream
munching.

Likely we should find crossing our paths worn tools if twice
the root climbs trees in forests of learning to be later
considerations held in uncommon by theatrical groups for later
broadcast in the unsown starfields on the equator of eternity if
yet over traced with calligraphic humor back down the spine of
remorse heaving the wrapped crusts into panels shining with
patient caprice.

Crisp as the mortal sun going the rounds of the ether as if
pasted feathers rotted in hailing the merits of genuine imitation
truth soon bent to their touch to blurt forth again as tested
fruit of mortification bombarded in a cascade whirling faster
than the lead of spite and incorporating twiceness for a
companion alibi each to number ten holds freed for other knots to
evolve systems of prestige if the weather clang passes safely
underground to override mockery as a habit of tongue slippage we
can fill a silo with last month's yeast droppings apportioned for
Greek haberdashers.

Weak willings taper off to a point at last where going in
and going out are the same if the present tells us anything by a
tasty festoon of pale penitence predicting slim fortunes for
later unclassed reporters developing in the shadows of Spanish
lace so placid and faint for temple manners twice placated in
evening thoughts rippling wasteward past tombs for ended soldiers
by feats of great fables turning into lengths shaven off handles
made in three story fact factories before the audience wakes into
a trance agitation to cruise relentlessly between hinder and
yonder searching among traditions for their urns and ashes with
half-justified compliments in muffled tones of awe while we
pretend stamina in admiration.

Fake it if you will until success manages to repent for you
well-intentioned lavishness as giants yell over the ramparts and
watch as if things could not but be better in bitter times
extruded from whole iron pellets by the pressure of conscience
upon the sides maintained for table heaving experiments nominally
fed Jello for blade dressing lubricant with corn meal patterns
impressed on potential backgrounds of notoriety as the squeeze
continues unrelieved by the tiniest particle of common incense.
Portions of the following have come before the writing of
any useful instruction booklet given credentials and authori-
zation to keep going by the Great Masters of Keeping and of Going
at the immense Label Hall way over in the Downtown Fortress of
Awkward where all the records are kept and incinerated if needed
when buildings too tall to stand down come loping in for their
weekly embrace in the four arms of polished brass glitternets
focused to intercept degrees of reticence unbecoming stately
middle managers who lamely coin paraphrases describing painful
repetitions of broken notions aiming at paralytic
motion-enhancement structures modeled after tactical witches'
alchemical recipes avidly tossed about during the months and
years of the holy acquisition as symbolized by the crass screams
of crooked rocks being boiled in toil once the heat build-up
reached the smiling point.

Our favorite facets of existence are those when of all
places in these times for all we know each time it is encountered
it would seem to us to possibly be one of the few instances of
thinking unfettered by elements of expectation holding the same
ideas as before it became evident that the chance was not too
good that something might or might not happen in some cases if
all went well since many factors are involved that greatly
influence to some extent the outcome in every pattern making up
the business of living, you might say.

A brush with leather fate holds some jittering fear for too
many men after a course in completion of Waste Management
Strategy so that enemies of tripe come fast to their knees
piecing together the mystery of treat mastery folds spilling out
of the balloons of treachery harbored in the vast vats of
industry flowing with angry guts gathered out of revolutionary
sickbays as a gesture to the fallen comrades of reconciliation in
partnership with parrot-plucking mementos altered from any
original respect for nourishment at centers for the treatment of
health where energy is bargained for on a once and for all basis
leaving traces of grief to fill out the relative eagerness
boasted by twin anticipant wearing windows by constant gazing
through them at foreign matter disguised as disease.

Levels of obnoxious revelation knock in the foot vital
tablets and fresh ground chemicals warped for use in special
caissons with powdered worm juice to carry out reconnaissance of
enemy ideals in forests of thinking depleted by overflights of
Canary Islands overfed with precious seeds sprouted with radio
frequency manipulation for the greater god of private futilities.

Slow production being the result of uncertainty and thus
hesitation, the slow but fast solution is to produce an unwavering
certainty in those who would do anything so that when
they do it, they go ahead and do it.

Here will never come to be retreating husbands of the cradle
all awhistle for trends of recreational panaceas under frequent
rehearsals pretending major filament testing practices half
filled with young parameciums using their horrible gullets to
fulfill the unneeded relish of existence brought forward by the
cunning professors of form to replace sensitive culture-based
hints at immortality coming from all sides, leaping like electric
gazelles and moving irresistibly like ocean tides, if then
scattered reason relents its fearful doom cry, some might
consider carrying their dreams further than yesterday for the
prize of tomorrow now.

In the eighteenth century western town a group of hoarse
chest nuts stood flexing their pectorals around the nine foot
pine box containing the remains of their former friendly local
friend who was shot through the chest with a roman candle by a
tourist by the unlikely name of Savonarola, who was offended by
all the thoracic achievements he saw in that town and which were
beyond his personal reach and therefore blatant heresy, and
therefore as witness, jury, judge, and executioner, took the law
into his own hands, making the world a little bit safer for his
brand of orthodoxy; he escaped by disguising himself as a
traveling camcorder salesman and was gone before anyone could get
the event on tape.

"Don't wave that thing in my face," cried the ungainly
acrobat as she struck out with her saddlebags at the lollipop
sergeant who was demonstrating the operation of an electric eel
while balancing a glass frog on his bald head as if the world
granted extra breakfasts to ornamental jugglers on vacation from
tribal warfare instigated by tissue-wrapped choices left to
creaking chance if any blue-born tenants capitalized on the long
search for the deadly wheat germ by asking for any spare firewood
to be stacked precariously along the golden path to exthetic
nirvana when it reopens this winter after being entirely repaired
of its holes and wriggles by the franchise holder most beholden
to the manufacturer of holy machinery and mouse's milk and will
taper off into mannerist humor as cultured platitudes fan out
against the sunset to advertise the breakoff of twenty pure huts
capable of curing wasteaway and overblurt in cases never before
touched on the radial shinbone which always points South.

The weaver of the pastel boil streak hampers every advance
into the science of retreat filling all areas toward the Asteroid
Belt mainly under a flag drooped in fast hunts willing to wheeze
even noxious gasses out of lily husks masking parental control
wept aside for treatment by tired turncoats at a patent wave
mounting everward like rest affronted until Zion groans in
beleaguered stamina for the coming old times, a welter of harvest
notes.

Then were we untested sufficiently to ever believe reaction
could equal rationality with elvish panoramas and pipestems
flourishing damper fixations into gusts of hill-stirring clods
permanently treated to verification, a certitude wasted on titled
roamers with their blind borers aimed at scented idols in order
to render noncorrupt thirty thousand welcome mats that hesitate
to declare themselves for or against what treasure bubbles up in
the gullet of Mount Vesuvius on selected short Sundays over on
the little island.

In the vaporous timetable are slightly reflected under-
currents of casual lesson growth for each herald to royalty is
hardly helped to consult neighbors by recent tosses of main
gestures variously described as hasty, wasty, pasty and nasty by
cerebrated critics snuggling in their sleeping bogs awash with
mud and rotted leaves said to be from the most ancient of trees
borrowed from even more ancient patterns rooted in a gallant
invasion of the stars helpless in broad leaf starships slungshot
inside fertile gravity systems for maximal use of synergy which
was in fashion in those days of intention and imagination in
grueling combat with heat breaking risks to health sealing
remembrance circulating under fast tour terminals.

The only perfection is nothingness.

You can decide to wear titles and sweeping clothing to fear
what you must bear total herd at heavy place reserve a cancel
into urban navies repeat tame urges twice run out hence well it
is that you and they and me and it become bygone sentiments
capable of inner judgements on no other than the lack of subjects
popularly familiar on street coroners where seeming to be is
seeing to seem and in passing go by again and again while
proceeding backward from the x and y axis as if on an ebony axle
greased with pitch elementally raised to the Nordic mode of guru
mandate partially described in the evening mutual troll papers so
set upon by Rolph the Muzzled Mutt of Purgation when he smelled
that salsa bait hovering over last night's decoy hamster with the
pink chinchilla overcoat and clutching those pearls and diamond
necklaces to its helical ribcage.

What monsters you predict for coming to terms with various
neck hoisters which crowd out ten to one the town rebels so that
innocent sweat is shed gratuitously among the weeds and radio
sewers taken to noble densities by rejection as notice is given
to weasel out the rumor pipes and channel the best of the worst
into parked solutions as a problem to all of those solution
collusions that problem mongers forever distend the public belly
with while packing their own gizzards with the fruits, ripe and
rotted, of the confusion flooding the natural outlook.

Onward, we suggest, for only in breakneck motion can victory
be tasted whole and heaven look half-askance on the many enemies
perusing catalogs of penalties required for lawful sentience to
re-ascend the pathways of earnest despair without at the same
time undermining each little crust protruding into gill-flaps
studded with broken glass of the very best quality laid by for a
soft mentioning time in the too remote passive line of which we
guess what the resident of the Rain Palace told the winner of the
gallop for gems today if we are to believe the tardy reports from
the community-based polite farce for going into other yard sale
type of sortation harbors twinned up with heliports of lacework
caterpillars educated in Famous Learners Schools of various kinds
frequently shed of gallons of concrete feathers at once we see
them cornered in diaperville.

CHAPTER 712

Rest Comes Wearily Bursting

Fancy travels to and fro to case seals might borrow ease
from nobody legitimate in the councils of memory fast losing
their foundation from literary termites at pester velocity and
glancing of only urgent feelings toward empire as we hog the
center of the stage and sop up the applause of shattered wrecks
as gods in ruins matter-of-factly embrace culinary heresy in
anticipation of healthy rewards piling up in the great warehouse
in the sky the only heat available to instruct for casual
relenting after the passing of the atomic carnival charm society.
In keeping with the tapering off of grant fever exercises,
mortal youth hobbies will soon feel the urge of polite screaming
run into obvious Taylor crests, enabling heart pressers total
lament and content from any passing elevator operator who was
patiently scorched for his trouble in fending off rascal habits
that nourish waste of honey crusades relative to theatrical
jostling.

Raids occur often off the coast of mole dust in swift capers
untraced to or from table top picnics by Scotland Yard off on its
wild gorse cheese served up by ten times three characters from
the Feral Bandit Institute to the tune of thirty counterfeit
pieces of pewter damaged beyond repair by being run over by a
mature tumble-squash looking for revenge against ritual extortion
billing from a collection agency organized on the circle
principle for counter avoidance retaliation.

Older members will remember cost-cutting frenzies directed
at urban gorillas timing their arrivals with the selling of a
private portent sail under the guise of patriotism gulling by the
orphans of calligraphy torn into upper and middle ranks of
cuisine hampers maintenance into which garnishment stampeded
forty to the twelfth power circumstance generators intent upon
harvesting power charts in whole sections as stroke in the march
to list separate humors from data obtained by covert marvels as
distinct from partial traces of mineral source pockets seeping
down from high flake benches tilted on their peaks for behind
hoisting practice, something never mentioned in standard texts on
the subject because of the embarrassment it would cause the
so-called experts waddling into a bewildering and weary world of
cannon pasting and soup regulation reforms.

Novices to the largely obsolete circle thrust quota field
find need for new exuberance in the transmission of healthy
attitudes which will enable researchers sufficient latitude to
feast heartily on the discovered data and to rearrange it on
their own into quasi patterns of menial emphasis as they forge
ahead in their quest for panaceas and pancake recipes adequate to
leave recalcitrant sporting deadwood in gasping rage syndromes
for lasting periods between subscriber healing programs which
occur once every several vital task completions and twice each
spare owl hoot.

My interest in desert tamelife began in my early streak of
panic reactions to relative costs for temporary reality spurts
following guest appearances on stages of chemical reactions as
manufacture of glide path formations was going on at the peak of
tremors holding as a prelude to variations on classic frames for
purchase analogies undergoing intensive smoothness tests by
special emissaries from the fund-raising committee, most of whose
members were too rigid in their after-mentioned generosity to
even consider helping glassblowers' helpers to project their
delicate thoughts into hidden recesses of management bone with an
extra helping of paragon-forming which will surely glisten on the
brows of nature in a way only chimney inspectors could
appreciate.

Falling on the shelter paved subjects lets even host weavers
taste hot buttered grape pie as a treat for recent active gains
in lesson rotation orations left right after the departure of
sculpted treason beaters caused a riot in the halls of Captain
Noontide's partner in charm, who, at the revelation of the lesser
event, retreated into caves of gelatin rehearsal to defend
himself against what he thought was the grosser of three foibles,
initially forging some of the best iron raid boats ever capsized
in a coffee mug by Nubian alligators intoxicated with ginseng
whiskey.

My fellow travelers welcomed the opportunity to wash all
inert rocks in cabalistic lighter fluid and watch them sail off
into the ceremonial sky like helium balloons at a dance of the
planets being choreographed on the face of an old pocket watch
carved from a solid block of plasma by the oriental squeegee
artist while climbing down Mount Everest with the last Abominable
Snowman talking his ear off by being a Los Angeles talk show host
and doing his own commercials complete with dancing armies of
perverts waving white flags and chewing plug tobacco in time with
the syntactical changes of Snowmanese.

Only heaps of yes-men threaten to balance respect with old
advisory customs filtered from out of phase constituents if a
remodel is in order for leaving open sheets of fame dumped in
crowded abutments and rumored forgotten by the best hucksters in
favor of great slabs of head cheese sprouting golden fur manes
braided by computer into an image of Mount Rushmore behind a
billboard.

In serious aspect, regression hampering is expected to
violate certain vague principles of rebate institutions which are
thousands of times further from resolution if regular trust may
be nullified to reach each corpuscle of mortality if left to its
own devices by that enormous constitutional breakfast treat
numbered 23000 by official estimates brought to bear by ten
meetings of the Freak Teachers' Association Alumni Chapter of Ann
Arbor, Texas or some other fictitious monolith of penitence.

CHAPTER 631

The First Oath Of Oafs

April is the cruising month for eligible paper magicians
steeped in the succulent morsel tradition of the old masters
filtered through sixty cycles of reversed Moses and a Mound of
Olives picked pre-ripe by extraterrestrial illegal aliens who
come across space in their unlicensed flying Sawzalls and who do
not even have insurance and who are often under the influence of
some plant native to their galaxy within the reach of the lost
among us sooner than will can tell the awful story to innovative
ears trained on oatmeal cookies and ham panic shrapnel casseroles
overdone to a crisp in solo ovens of vintage make on the last
land of lovelorn castaways foresting their way to occupied
territories in the middle of motionless deserts packed with young
examples of hovering menace stylized for immediate resumption if
all demands are met including a free frequent fryer trip to
Dizzyland. For added information read the very fine print and
snuggle up to that true Earthian ravager Dr. Zapcut who will
surely install a zipper in your cranium for easy access to your
material thoughts which will be shoveled into the silo of the
thought police headquarters for later use abuse accusation
blackmail and publication and broadcast in the form of an
interlinear Rosetta Stone come unhinged from the crater of
manipulation with figures of Rococo elegance whizzing on the
pinnacles of bedrock plus a doorknob polishing racket amplified
by mucilage-packed mortuary medals by the carload in a
camouflaged train which hesitantly wastes ordinary barn pickings
for the price of a career in today's Corps of Regenerate Plastic
Shippers who are usually preoccupied with the old farmer's
unified field theory.

Peak traffic on the road to and from truth occurs when
bigger tumults are bragged of to the masses for the purpose of
generating humiliation of the generation before the one who is
doing the propagandizing posted on the cosmic bulletin board in
today's recreation hall of life by leaders of hold-only rejects
from the Yahoo Jihad pierced to the heart with worry built steaks
well pounded in rock crushers and tender hands of vestigial
virgins seeking twin elements to match with normal homesickness
aggravated by political pollution centered in twig reconstitution
contests between sentiment and sympathy on trampolines of granite
fibers and taffy cables.

Once up on the horse of the other colorblindness one can
survey the pinnacle of filtration and when that quickens,
elements of stale fuel savers become fashionable to a certain
element of the hierarchy that puzzles the biologic map-makers
into going on a jaunt to the fool coroners of the surf in anguish
after the perfect permanent wave form as a petrified perpetual
peak deliverance neither coming nor going but taking a stand for
never/always like a champion in a yellow zoot suit promoting a
television cancer cure made of liquid bone rubber and a bicycle's
kiss.

Paste coming from a warning wound on the thigh of a
seeing-eye rhinoceros signaled that twice legal principles
commanded restitution for the dramatic mentality of corner
actors' friends aging on behalf of critics' bad habits too
strained to become instant portable portraits of sin that a
silverfish on a unicycle would be a bit more existential to the
majority of slime-dwellers captivated by some elvish beauty
broadcast in loving candor by thieving matadors in ballroom gowns
reaching through the floor and ignited by underground streams of
molten fire only to be heard shouting, "More Niles, more Niles,
I'm schlepping."

Wheatcakes fed repeatedly over a period of brutal times go
rancid freely as proud mortals ape their supposed ancestors by
barking up the wrong tree and cut down any chance that youth will
ever again avert aging to gamble on a sideshow of polecats and
polliwogs in a revolting display of reversion and retrogression
fruited with vanilla frosting and a noble kind of grease lump
which turns the throat to a thicket of yams strung on an electric
fence to keep in extruders with the names of saints and elders
bracketed on their broad brows in brass gelatin auras networked
with twentieth-century channelers via the BBZ Snerd Program.
Aggravation is no excuse for curling under the edge of any
which way entering the fourth gate under temperate yearning held
in check for always a later use of dog-saliva-powder each way
may end heavier than stone and float on hydrogen waves using the
short spin of parity to polarize imagination into wheeling fields
of static jitters partially modelled after the ancient clods of
Greece, Egypt and India wrestling with the external problems of
being and knowledge to bring to mankind the kind of pasture that
presents itself alone on all sides to stabilize now.

Each effort to kindle horse sense in varying hares can
forecast harvest blossoms on all sides of maturity yet reveal
nothing on which to base radical platitudes for the reduction of
salient-side presumptions in the battle to scourge evil with
magical harmonies and gather rosebuds at the wee maypole sale
two-day only if you sign on the blotted line with catfish
lipstick for domestic service of the extraterrestrial kind
confined to refined reticence by a structural quirk in the
four-headed golf club of the horseman of apoplexy honor-bound by
threads of harkening when easy themes find post-expression
through manual manipulation in the recent future now embarked
upon after all reasons had been emptied into the hopper for
redyeing in grades of festering blizzards.



CHAPTER 5*7

Later In The Vestiges Retained Radiance

A brick fireplace and chimney stretches out upon the sea of
gnomes milling in the valley of oval-eaters waiting for the grass
to break in upon the luster of tennis teasers in white duck
trousers wrapped in apple sauce for the cheap celebration of the
sun's going around in circles endlessly killing time by whizzing
over and about burning up space at a great rate perfuming all of
that imagined space with gaunt clouds of flaming illusions better
than the Indian rope squawk or the habit in the rat.

Take me, for example, and make me one or two each passing
woof and warp to base the devaluation on the several missing
elements on the periodontal chart that are something you can sink
your teeth into by hasty pushing under with Barnacle Builder
Sailor posing as the father of all fake bullies sitting on
toadstools in the bar of Boris Chuang's Latin-African Saloon
hugging each other and telling short tales of undeveloped
adventure in strident typestyles favored by the Prince of
Primping for his fasting menus with just a taste of pride in
massive memory loss.

Eating finds me strapped to the bench of the old carpenter
from Numidia while the aforesaid waves his pet hamster in the air
to emphasize his assertion that he is worth his weight in gold
braid on a bandmaster's uniform in the rainy Mayday Parade down
Fifth Amendment Avenue where the average over age turkey is at
the helm and gazing with one eye into the middle distance for an
answer to every often-asked question that was half-answered by
posturing imposters oracling for position or fame or dough with
an unbaked recipe for disaster for us to master in the helpless
montage of breakwater hymns humming their way after
yeast-harvesting mobs of spiders to spread the news about the
character-breathing hustle down on Pizza Street and Rainbow's End
now plaguing in poison at the Heap-O-Dung Amphitheater for two
days only the lame shall weep.

Later animals recruited from provisional amputees left
little to desire for trouble-making helpers in the last stages of
ruin settling down to needle any thread of evidence that might
lead to ominous accidental paranoia as definite uses were found
for absent-mindedness during that latest warriorfest which
finished up power gobbles if noted in space within the yoke of
generosity.

Wait heaping odor onto beds of pale shrimp modeled after
plastic insurgencies like plain health practices rather than
internal objections to willful accuracies with articles of
clothing lent for the dubious cause of ill feelings in circles of
malicious meandering mannerism merely merging with clamors of
total warp sense as it separates out imbalances of tone held
rigid by efforts to blame the next emperor.

A pain in the wooden leg is timed to repeat yells of angry
mobs fed up with hunger too fast to abandon insulation of organs
better left untouched in pristine paddocks unadjusted to fancy
red carpets of herrings that coast unheeded past electric tasks
of her ghoul's ease in portable weeks unended or upended or
appended or agendad our Granddad explained it half to us all the
time it took to mend fancies at tolerable speeds astern and
rested.

Cells of ambition came fluttering down after the last
curtain to the astonishment of several pretty passersby, who, in
unison, left off sipping through straws their cokes and raised
the backs of their hands to their foreheads as if to ward off a
fainting spell or ward off some approaching evil by a
magnanimous gesture to the center of mortal thought, and
immediately the splash of Geodesic rarefaction caused them to
blink like snow-blind bats come for the celebration of mockery
toe soup three years in the pot older than Jeremiah on his first
time around.

Any quota tastes good under the searchlight of crowning
generosity fogging final challenges without channels to light
wavering atop tangible turrets in Honest Arturo's Camel Lot where
you hear the beef constantly that there is no room for change in
the apple picker's box of tricks already candied up with the
sweetest creosote bubbling in a witches' caldron heated by the
hearts of young innocent lovers dreaming of potential uncaused
vaporous ecstasies they dare not touch with the fragile petal of
reality too numerous to behold or withhold as foretold the bell
bonks and the head honks harmonious rhymes of punkin junk to be
forward of twin parables in saidless confusion.

Tomorrow is no more, much less another day, each swan song
tries terribly in its tattered way to beg off that future tense
for past relaxed is present dance and the floor is no more or
less than the meeting of mimes still and quick where the nothing
something sandwich operates unobserved like a field of wheat
stubble by city foreigners cruising by in resinous wheel-homes
going over there and never getting here but only here anyway
leased but not lost wimpish idylls consummated at the service
station full-serve bay by a mob of gangsters and a gang of
mobsters eating orangutang leg sandwiches with cat soup and King
Kong Salad Dressing despite the wasted stalks of cactus hunters
in Pasadena.

Reaching, as it does, the outermost layers of secrecy, the
wheeled freight browser topples often into its opposite nemesis
with a burst of gleeful song paraphrasing the praising activities
of the sleek wandering buffalo toad drunk at the bar of justice
and weaving a spell on the ancient alphabet as a gamble with the
low priestess of vanity should she wish to divulge memories of
hidden puking rites to an ignoble public savant smoked out of
some dark cave in the Swiss cheese of prosperity programing which
drives knees together and ears apart no less than property
poverty pork cans sweet width wild sweepings from the floor of
the legislature where the spun-sugar cotton envelopes every
coroner of life and strife without dissolving or solving
anything.

To start the Genial Polecatic Handy Jim-dandy Home Universal
Multiverse Cruncher, simply raise the electrically operated
portcullis to its normal position while throwing the red-spiked
lever to the right and to the left simultaneously as you ease the
blue pedal number twenty-three down with your good foot, then
punch all the buttons on the digit-hole evacuator twice to begin
the momentous humpen-struss activity, then rush over to the banks
of harmony wires suspended from the hourglass frame between the
hoostiplaster and the wolliglip slide putting each of them over
your shoulder as you thread it through the pierced earlobe of the
golden Buddha behind you, which will make it necessary to bend
the laser beam on which you are sitting so that the molten
cannonball will miss your head as it passes through to be sliced
into steel wool blankets for the sandwich from Hell, and as soon
as this happens do not forget to lean back and grasp the brass
ring with your tongue which will be passing by at this time and
let it lift you all the way down to the fallout shelter in the
attic not using your hands which will cancel the whole thing and
you will have to start all over again, where the field of rosy
crosses lies, give the snow-covered sporch wing a shove and run
to the far end of the field where the battery of
barnacle-cancelling switches is, go left and up past these to
where the main switch is and turn it on (that is, off) by setting
off the hydrogen-nuclear-fusion-atomic warhead balanced on the
cracked Easteregg which is accomplished by entering into the
invisible computer the command, "Let there be Theriomorphic
Theremins". To turn it off, simply press the big red button in
the back if you can get past the dragon.

CHAPTER 2

Added Unnecessary Prescript

Premature reports would suggest that you can find any horror
story in the woods of practical publicity these days if you
ignore critical happenings enough to be beset with ailments of
the ceramic cortex that lead to monotonous complications of each
fragment of very gross inspections in time to beat out wildfires
trembling in that most of all hand beckoning forever toward the
far shore of temptation where the flat bat soars in portable muck
levels passing for treats when blind figure eights run upside
down to the crooked manners of lazy zappers afloat in hernia-land
with practical rules for institutionalizing half-baked personnel.

We are sent by themes redundant to practice on revealed
images taught us in backrooms by television critics' pet lap dogs
further out than gas bags can ever imagine not that bass gags can
even confer on a desirable plane to plan booster waves at wrong
angles to October but you have seen likely events concur if grass
boats fell across the fat delta built for leisure panics blend
into the ruthless landscapes seeping over the loved ones' ankles
without a shout of protest from mole-hill makers on a cool breezy
forenoon in Morocco when the Autobahn shriveled up and blew away
our previous lessons.

Baked in central combinations with or not reformed surgical
skills displayed boldly in or after pleasure peaked in heading
for tennis rabble comforts would spare us the mania of circus
fruits to pummel its curtains down the echo of harvest regions on
to celebrations at underfed orbit festivals and won't agree to
yield which directive did follow the earning thrust back on old
lather planet fissure stages crammed with shipments warning of
universal freedom to bright cone festerings if the slope of the
split should widen into a geyser of intention to smother
tastelessness by looking bland. Suitably, the sauce should begin
to censor wages totaling bread crumbs overloaded past safety
factors slipped near candle weavers' schools' dormitories'
inhabitants' musings over a plate of brick chips drowned in aged
finders' modules or a streak of yellow across the valley of the
shallow of debit working out to conditions unanimous to the curse
of mule-blinder battalions rushing furlong into the dabble at
summer garage sales seminars after the attack of the illusions
from fresh hewn rock caves by old Greek loudmouths corrupting the
truth for a free burrito made from lunatic poultry and a
necessary end greasy mint for successful interbraining.

Baby bomb unleashing reached its height right during the
negatiations for instituting showers in Sahara tombs for the soul
porpoise of beating at their own game the proprietors of
automatic beast mangling parlors running on esteem power under no
authorization from the pressure government agent's agent with a
vacation dream on his or their conscience-busting lapel button
anxious to be monolithic about recent back-developments in the
next field where the grease was much groaner to the nude eye of
the beholder who wrestled with triple vision making him of it the
kink of all mystics for the flash of an eyelid over the deeps of
collusion misremembered twice for the rest of maternity as a
classic case of moderate production mongering among the slates
of mortal salivation factories.

Hooded variations on the reality of ghost drives kept pirate
interplanetary fleets in business throughout the periods of
generosity among the reverses in time potential hazing if the
interception of interstellar garbage cans can be trusted for
organic data unalloyed by subjectivity and rich flavor capsules
microshrunk with viral reduction techniques which is not to say
more than that is it or isn't it practice for tent city in the
far provinces who are always howling for succulent succor sent
since silly saps sometimes sit satisfied so sessions seem sanely
serendipitous but suddenly seem to last forever.

Well named but ungrateful denizens of corporate confusion
wept on the latest arrival of the mildest of adjustment ideas
from the Main Dreamer and were soon on their knees to beg no
change no change of the Priestly Receivers of Revelation from the
Great Dreamer posted in the battered cage on the roots of the
toadstool of life one time long ago and forgotten until his
massages resumed the come-through on the channel of halo-raiding
hoopla not covered by insurance practitioners often disguised for
meritorious purposes as goblins in training so that no one would
be the wiser that remorseless pretenders to tin thrones ever had
two heads to consult for policies foreordained by texts taken
from under the old cow barn by bleating mercenaries to royal
crown for the brandy sop before we could stop them in their
tracks without the third rail showing the way to torquing models'
graves.

Mom said treat the table with aspic and rub it in good so
that trembling porcupines slip and slide on that sloping curve
all the way to the blast furnace in Gary to make that famous
carbon-quill steel that is used in the very best space
freighters between solar systems when they swing to the music of
the spheres and cubes sailing in the softament if an extra hum or
thirty besprinkles the honored guest with (you guessed it)
starpuff flakes engendered throughout the candlestain blister by
enamored skeleton crews nightmaring of later comedies out under
Jupiter's wing or Pluto's backhoe and oozing their labors into
vacuum packed canisters for transhipment to the publisher of the
Homewrecker's Tour Guide.

I can't, I keep saying, get this prosthetic limb over this
antique running board, no matter how positively you think before
you get waist-deep in advice and counter-suggestions and bet
yourself that if you were me which you never will be you would do
so and so, and so I can't drive this car however beautiful it is
and it is in my opinion and wouldn't it be great to drive it all
the way through Hell and up through Heaven like the chariots of
the wogs and taste the forever ice cream chunky-eternal flavored
never sticking to your spoon or the moon or the roof of your soul
and no artificial ingredients, Yes, Sir!, but I can't get this
here wooden leg over the damned taffrail and into the bilge to
bore a hole in the keel of this nuisance for additional cost to
the purchaser over and beyond the interest and penalties and
adventure promised land of our mothers blessed on every hand over
hand pulling in that whale of a deal massing on the horizon with
golden rays behind and a sliver lining and I still can't get this
hat on my head, it keeps falling off and giving me a headache of
a squeeze; please pass the head catalog.

If by neglect you repeat the sovereign trick of going past
its stable pose ten to one the blowup will be sideways to the
middle track west of each poor notch on the handle of the
seven-gun salute maker pointed at the sky of miserly paradise
staged for every extremist parading at swordpoint or crowing down
the funnel of shove at an audience of daffodils dancing in the
twilight of the nods and dreaming of spit and watermelon glue
stirred with a fetid foot far from featureless fantasy forecasts
making tomorrow yesterday in the mirror nearer to ever than forty
portraits of generals or saints rampant cast upon the shore of
chuckles with a final wave to the groanstand.

News of origin totals next two tents of caterpillars into
weaving drunkenly after feasts of cork vests when no one thought
yet would be here so soon to swallow up the secret lore to
hovering dullness under patent protection since the passing of
total map weaving breathed its last trumpet and the monks were
resting in their fields of laurel as if anything had changed for
the most of us between the fat empty belly and the aching head
turned into a black hole by an avalanche of thinking.
Carols sung with breathless clutching wind around tapered
pillars of pain in the meadow of magic action carried on at the
expense of rational nets bursting with their catch leave us now
for greater expanses unimagined at levels dwelt in by a tribe
destined to regard time as temporary delay to endings retained
ordinarily in fragmented form as any trade must rely on forecasts
of eleven gains mounting vast conquests on the folding decks of
jade waiting after rules vital to heat rages into melting states
yet unrealized at all targets unfurled.

If you are patterned to be partial to mockery then the
following in order is not for you as it has to do with nothing
registered in the backbrain of slime-slingers organized by the
Irrational Botherhood of Nodding Acquaintances secure in their
confidence that underneath all the bluster healing is taking
place of ills never noticed until they are gone to the final
roasting place of all preliminary diseases each one slotted by
size and shape and posture and standing rooted in places of
request adding to the reality for guests of the level tempting
regions who are ticketed and belted down against the forces of
acceleration.

Realize every time it rains it rains penance from Heaven and
results in no water pressure in the shower making bathing a
long-drawn-out affair if the care is there in its completeness
like an educated cable reaching from here to broadbeam convincers
stationed every twenty feet in the tunnel festooned with
artichokes and marginal sandwiches in celebration of the troll
bridge defenses being almost completed by the time the last
trolls were slain by the Undercaptain of the Bards' second wife
while she was dreaming of seven other things needing to be done
before the moon could be polished.

Swallowed up to the shoulders in the barking throat of
subliminal categories is no time to find out that there is no
demand for irrelevant tour guides wearing ceremonial masks inside
out with stacked memory plates falling in dangles from the
eyeholes as they broadcast reruns of the Punic Wars and the
Inquisition in full reverse color and seven dimensions to serve
your every whimper about the dignity of labor in fractured
Sanskrit leaping fully bored with the whole thing from the
Achilles tendon of Roosevelt's dog's flea's virus which was
running a numbers racket on the lower north forty with a cast-off
replica of Alexander's rag-time grave dressed to kill relics.

CHAPTER 17

My God!, Is It Present Time Already?

Hear the sound for ten twinkles of the running sun after
next Tuesday and win some labor at Siberian gold mines referred
to in blast papers here before your West facing jealousy getting
lost at every turn of the cross gone under altogether orders held
in common by veterans of urgent cycles of battle now that
conflict is over others claim to turn their heads to finer
aspects of creation willing for nothing to get between the cracks
of the fortress holding out the reality growing out there and
endangering sensitive minds with abrasion if any contact is made
with the fear they have built up to protect themselves from the
fear they have built up to protect them from the fear they made
up to protect fear made to fear life.

My offer being rejected so often in tales of two excellent
model servants floating in their inner dreams of going half way
to the beginning with marks meritorious notwithstanding any
subversive opinions guessed at under threat of gongs of a common
kind questioning health methods forwarded by little elves for
portions free in back country as a traditional cure for energy
malfunction without needling our patience by
side-front-back-top-bottom effects worse than the malady, please
note that yonder tent contains mountains of moored contests
panting after running all over the map of Plutonia searching for
the radiation exit on their knees in leaves of green prayer fully
answered in kind and time. The irk of the elements on babies
cheeks overshadows partner's dues by twentyfold of the royal
symbol of the doll lying under soft blankets weaker than physical
pain for cleansing with fair measure the independent quotient
widely quoted as a quandary needing development before coins can
be struck to commemorate beetles in the rose garden that were
scolded rotten by a typical division of kidnappers dialogue and
dissolved in glass.

If Chekhov was a chef that would not mean too much to a
Chesapeake Bay Retriever caught in a traffic jam on the Upper
West Side of New York at rush hour on Friday unless the precursor
to the evening choke was green and precious in the opinion of the
chess club members in the penthouse of the Iliad Building who
have already gone home for a weekend of smashing television
receivers as part of the critical path to repeated substitution
of one king or another by armistice or legistice tickets scalped
outside the arena at the National Measuring Ball.

Later reports noted released forms in the radioactive clouds
fresh from Hamburg presses wet with mink ink puddling over the
heads of probable customers like a blarney bayonet persuasive in
its own way of courteous debate before the twisted necks of
various waterfowl captured at Putrid Lake in Ptomaine County,
Nebraska before there were any laws against flying over fresh
water by unauthorized species before they were notified by smoke
signals before the invention of communication.

Heavy arms hang down in an awkward manner if silver soup
congeals vertically upon introduction to pleasant methods of
corruption resigned to more expert changes in ventilation hampers
gone past weakness as content in panic as treats yearn for
trouble chiefly bought in the old Southwest each harvest time
cancellation worked intricately with fields of weeds and corn
silk as a true cottage industry as administered by the bark of
the tree dog.

Night after night consolidating every girl in sight and some
out of sight proved to be less than one could crank after heavy
weights hovered fast to the invisible ceiling snapping small
fires two after the mother and cranking out tunes to be strummed
on the cables of the Golden Gate Bridge with the backbone of
Polyphemus with cricket accompaniment right in the crisp soil of
distilled art behavior.

My planetariums lead to cubic culture of gnostics arming
tadpoles for endless marches recumbent in a style of motionless
transmission for refining Tyrannocracy beyond the bounds of mania
in intricate luster collections of brick manuscripts patented
first by Babbleonians for their first belief festival first held
on the first of extinction dazzle shows first promoted by
habitual monkeys as a fund raiser on the first anniversary of
dawn.

Density as practiced forever by twaddle lovers meets Federal
Standards for shame, anxiety and self-defense if the proper
forums are filled out through the main ingress and exgress points
by the precipitants under their defense and pretense commonly
called out to lunch by fatmouther liars of the maggot-induced
kind which is a dicey combination for such tender ears as must
have any who would bear with me for so long in riotous bone
intervals programmed by weeping magnets of curious design.

Capability breeds culpability in the tradition of wimpometry
advocated by the late Professor of Moronity at Festoon-Dipper
College of Pretty Loathsome, England in his packed classes as the
sputtering jack-hammers homed in on the blocks and mortar of the
ancient site of learning to permit the Bullet Train to pass this
way once again piercing the huge wall of dullness erected by the
said professor over the years and crashing it down around his
ears and whiskers and pulverizing his brittle bones atomized by
the winds of interchange wrestling with the ghosts of wealthy
theologians.

Beasts of doubt gather at cloudfall under the moving cliffs
remote angling well under revealed choice as a droning dromedary
pulses its muse back into its shell of doughy sand vegetation to
sort cargo until such permissions are obtained as make tough
choices illegitimate for ivory standards convenient to pickle
inebriants on the boiling river of gum runners to a range of
enthusiasm unaccounted for in scientific herds as governing
entities fanciful and formative of a cone-based detail
treatment.



CHAPTER 311

Since We Turned Seven-And-One-Half

Consult a contour map of the sky for a big surprise in
energy packet engineering programs of a substantive kind fed into
Whiteacre Lake faster than the fear can hear the impairment
required for twin sensations forgotten in hostile re-entry from
normal corrosive states with no status where dessert is concerned
on unexpected diplomatic excursions throughout the small opening
provided at an eliminated biscuit factory patiently curdling
around a summer tactician support group under the sponsorship of
the Joe Stalin Foundation.

Boots and salamis will be required of all attendees after
peevish turns of the Wolfman bounty hunter remind us of our
responsibility to our ancestors who it seems went all out for
stems and roots of typical rustling flocks wrecking wastelands
for eternal consumption by colonies of moon children aping their
descendants as tramps gathered around a gunfire insinuating
rapidity of intellectual formation.

A victim of parched water held in a booth just around the
corner from fenced buffalo wearing their Sunday Best of red
theater drapes trimmed with chromium bolt-cutters was just about
to speak when from out his mouth bellowed triple bubbles of black
chalk in igneous formations and fast pleas for clone chowder with
electrical grunts forced between yanking teeth by pulmonary
agitation prophetically advertised.

Little Mexican kids knocking over the bathroom door to get
at the illusion of the watermelon patch are no match for me when
Northern Lights bloom behind military trash bins of toxic wastes
with no attractions such as artificial preservatives and flavors
on colorful labels coasting over the seacoast astride double
treatment vats pilfered from a psychiatrists's office during the
treatment when the doctor's wallet was turned to identify
something fluttering at the window for later pontification
tablets reborn on measles platters.

Peerless and matchless our hero drifted down the sewers of
modest advertising ballistics awash with gigantic ideas for
Polish gizmos fermented in chicken fat forty years at forty below
zero if tempted with all blends of tube frenzy racked upon rows
of steep knotholes where dreams fester silently in the dust pots
of retarded squander banks dashing about upon trivia catalogs and
hand-powered drones.

As a practice matter well into the second century after the
relish wagon broke down getting excited about some guy falling
into the ocean trying to fly it became a requirement of the local
dogcatcher to scratch anyone who flees from the long pig of irony
with a sharpened rake to determine what lies under all that rage
for good sense so rare in those feebly fanned pelican originators
lurking around fossil pits since the first bone was picked and
anyone else visibly dedicated to the slender powdered vapors
falling from the melodies of mustache.

Break next ultimate rehabilitation the axe of patent science
denoting horrid little yams' victims put by gas dependents on
twin noodles as poise drivers if nausea by the sea caps recent
experience for marvelous hunger and by questioning the juice of
mortification closely a species of learning may be gathered until
habitual oversight redeems the shades of paradox regaining favor
in the eyes of mockery as nursing transplants parade orchestras
of average overage pandas through parallax tension fields.

Coming from all directions as they were, it was hard to not
notice reflections of bygone selves straining to be let go with
entire bases flapping token inoculations from left to right
weaving help into helixes jumping patterns of healing trails
notoriously winged with furry gasp and tucked with iron gaskets
into flaming waves of monomania wasting the water table hump for
a chance to fractionate the original hairspring of Eden and bring
back the fence of imperfection and another go-around with
bottle-paste over vertical flapjacks.

If she practices enough she will eventually get that
completely screwed-up perfectly and be sentenced to sporadically
repeat it again and again fornever in the concrete conviction
that beauty and talent are born from a loud anger that beats off
all enemies relenting only twice an oddity or genial compound
crag pounded into the bedrock of unknown absurd idioms at
prowling price shock.

Mine ears had felt the jury of the combing of the crime
scene and was trembling out the time when the groups of math
restored to enter numbers of balanced blatant brilliances blaming
bleached bolognas before bludgeoning backwoods barbecues until
willful rebellion peaks from the slit gizzard of the lizard
appointed tourmaster of the Soup Fondlers' Crusade now foruming
in the West slip tiny haggard bleat torn impurity towering far
above a coral snake's fang.

The middle leg of the sedimental journey was a Federal
holdout for goon control ended in smirk antlers pasting hollowly
over the tide past real morals ten to one left cornered in the
middle of some track of the beast dug up West of Wednesday for
treats rescued by kids with their little therapeutic arrays
scandalizing porters tied down to riddled decks of riverboats
instant non-fat webs foredreamed endwise to the stultified pork
bellies named International Realm of the Month in the Journal of
the Farmer John School of Brain Surgery.

Next to impossible was twenty times ordered for a severe
headache offering in tales hectic after the antique highchair
emphasizing the false hurt behind a shelter of haven welded
curtains falling into the next week of terrible scream machines
and devoid of a wince of the familial torture jerks pending in
the course of identical humor treated past saving during tired
recitals attended only once in syllabic profusion grafted on the
inaudible.

Welcoming splintered nerve-ends was expedient for cases of
brick jelly laced with opportunity molds tolling the hour of the
upper bridge orally abandoned next time creatures fly tousled
squadrons into walls of sonic inebriation with unsent etiquette
professors united in an effort lacking permeation as a propellant
notion looking the gift filter in the nose for inspectional
summaries intestate there will necessarily be regent expansion
drills for every member of the elite kickback hoisters of the
genus ulceroserous.

Often hampered by towers of broadcast drippings let
malefactors loosen scabs of unknown power upon left unprotected
friends of handsome crabs otherwise ballooning reaction would
have singled out better leaks from national control mechanisms
driven downwind off the coast of clocks a peddler classed as
emerging pocket failure mode tempted during realization week to
plea for nodal reduction in mission related flushes wilder still
than area routine.

And it came too pass that day there were little flies on
every pie in the bakery gobbling them up faster than they could
be shooed off so that before long all the pies were gone and the
pesky flies left for greener pastures so to speak in lingoes
artificial and grotesque which is an advantage when you don't
know any languages at all which is a dicey situation on this
planet and the seventy-five others in this system of hierarchies
of which there are no higher Archies than Archy Blingbissle the
last of a long line of combined Blings and Blissles forever known
for their surreptitious territory in the angel's nest retreat
willingly obscured by women of the Chinese Shamefest as acceptant
insistence.

Forever foreign pendulums quake at litter messages fostering
he-and-haw constructions in the mania keepers' handy
wealth-building programs zipping along the rafters of holistic
warehouses left unused since the last sell-out to the positron
metrical assassination gifters of miracle ways and tides homely
but lasting out humor debates in future tense prolific box loom
shuddering hastenings galore.

The annual Day of the Creeps began uneventfully for any but
the garrulous with vest-pocket cigars dipped in salsa with
hickory smoked biscuits of toxic tarbabies trying to play marbles
with atoms for peas and corn pone in a nasty and vital curtsey
dance step rounding out the deck in the dark where the whack is
muffled by the bark of the big cannon unfurling boldly where no
gun has went behind to fill the sack end and bluff the paymaster
to preach no thing for some thing bottled up in a cheese coffin
with chains of sausages around its neck.

My little mustard mugger helped himself to pragmatic twaddle
and gangs of elephant pizzas overrunning with apple orchard
debris on fractal-predicted occasions generous and colorful and
tasting rather rat-trousered and punctuated by vinyl solutions
involving mortal quizzes in paternal gapsmanship to toll up a
total meddle for cost effective maladies rest in pleas to a
heavenly court jester performing waffle tricks at the conference
table as it overturned with the weight of the matters being
considered abnormal extensively often in brainwarp states of
pukepacking hernia tissue charts.

Howl she did until I called 911 and when the ambulance
arrived she was only trying to sing and I apologized to Apollo
for such a one with a lead ear crisp as peat and honey and
plastered with brick leaving in the backyards of hopelessness
maximized for local consumption with tubers of Cadillac bumpers
unchromed at the parish sight turners at basketweavers hypnotic
wedding expenditures catapulted into fame and strutting up and
down the cameras poking from the ends of every hippo's hollow
tusk definitely on line with maternity in a kingdom where the
supreme good is merely defined and then fined.

Singsong delivery weakens toastmasters reception hardly
guessing half the dreams wasted by homely gambler scholars'
theses snaked in between the bookshelves of the fabled Library at
Alexandria is next at the throats of bickering blandishments
glibbing tantamount to a daily charge for individual seating
reservations like a dentist's prowl through the cavities of
underbrush groping for the gold in cantilevered expectation with
stopwatch precision prolixity and lax in the gum meter department
and weeping comedy in bushels at the drip of a snot.

Wheat stops growing when next week's garbage appears over
the horizon bearing masses of great young melon whips to charge
winter harpies with cerebral overkill based on the notion that
unfed gremlins cannot provide all beauty to jeep drivers caged in
paperwork tunnels with backfired accounts deceivable without at
once chapping the pendulous lips of staggering shrinks on trial
for grand maimery at the bargain tables of justice referendum
squeezings.

Fantastic moribund everyday drivel composes itself into
racks of shining baubles forgotten centuries after the flight of
nettled hose gatherers feast into ways unknown on this plain
plane of fried abalone chips and pickled buffalo chips and wasted
honey deacon chips and computer chips all made by chaps quite
like ourselves in other lifetimes dreamtimes meantime letting
everyone know how rudely weird collecting hirsute moles is when
virus detectors guts can be had for nothing practical practically
always in an alternate syndrome sent passion maker.

Weary wanderer from his far nest hunted repeats his deluge
of character in many mentioned ways and echoes wistfully taken
stanzas of lucidity in a mordant mutter clasped to shiny knees
turned half to dust lately in a cringe of dispensation mocking
the miracle of misery for its tatters and sags in a homely vision
of folded growth hatched against flavor wafers undealt with
motive spoils lasting freely until carrion returns ennobled.

Creak in the darkness this mild night or turn your poor eyes
from equality feasting on freedom to whisper out rules to pass
tests of unfolding temperance for rugged renegade rust winding
out through the wound in the flesh of wilderness as manners trip
up hazards fortunes well under melting sands at the breeze of
beaches casually retreating coasts having been ushered out in sun
kept arrogances like a lantern of same sight neglect offered as
portent of importance waxing green on fellow sands parting snorts
in festival moods canopied somewhat with greatness of haphazard
saturation.

CHAPTER 475

Four Weeks Lately

Weeks went wallowing by if at all sensitive rehearsal combed
underbrush queerly tilted for lasting election rejection by cork
and bottle message whose genie was us mirroring ourselves
perfectly absurdly to impress us with amazing feats of
gullibility as frills to nothing doing for neverlast neverfirst
always between portals admiring the furniture of the moment or
the pictures on the walls of the furniture of another moment of
terror or agony been or to be.

Caution: television ruins all health combined with other yap
and zap to spin all into webby cocoon drying up all juices all
where it touches corrosion spreads disease and rot as life spills
on the filthy floor of nightmare planking with deceptive
corruption tiding over the sleeping gods plugged in for the
duration of the spell of beginning and ending death.

Green frilled regiments tabled wisely in winter twilight
suggests rational fallacy assumption bargains rising to meet a
suggested approximation devoid of dependency maneuvers easily
lost on the compressed fins of terminal plot specialists sinking
in despondent lakes of mercurial fervor feverishly bailed by
merchants in filigree pickling just out of school as a broken
bone mixture.

Salt tail camouflage envies republic caravans only hilled
here as cheap torments gather moss fragrant of antisocial stigma
and monotonous significance imported at drastic rates of stretch
compounding trust into balls of gaily tweaked semaphores notable
for regurgitating unbearable strength particles in profusion of
gleam history only waking to notify Nostradamus of late breaking
winds of fortune cookies.

Regional hairraisers tentatively crossed with handsome
predators lamely rescuing lace representations from fire and ice
fell behind in millennial payments to withdrawn instruments of
the moon casting wheel propulsion into bushels of rejection slips
notarized by footmen from the meddlesome trio called Dizzy Smoke
hassles of tulip garnish debate full of obscure reasons for
inventing rubber railroads.

Watching the egress of the egrets occupied us for some time
after genuine rewards passed unnoticed in the glass-lined tunnel
released in heaps of bygone wilderness measures cackleated to
boost consumption for media muck lamely writhing in rows of rose
colored obliterations trimmed with ear-bone fossils weeping
alligator tears of black coffee.

There were monsters in those nights of lurk and smirk
dealing rainblows level with moron helpers to reach mellow
positions mentioned in sacred memory banks normally closed to
Federal infesticators with a measure of contempt in silken
tongues each hampercrash sold back to parting worlds imparting
words departing curds alerting wards resorting shards impacted
foreign currencies fade deficit in a tumult of serenity.

Why can't there be more of less commanding promises made
during rest periods as masses gather for human experience with
those most fortunate to be unhuman at time of guest disap-
pearances by uninformed shoulders bogged with the wait of
sentries selected primarily for visibility guotients measured
with appetite resumption indicators tied to the most articulate
mouse track in the sands of Gemini.

Credit for the color of cream sends out signals conspicuous
for their legendary and sudden confusion moved laterally by
distinguished analytical thought and executed during or before
the birth of crabbed fragment omission which says nothing for the
figurative birds folded over the terminus of Mars that compete in
numerous isolated sectors for the violation of osmosis
restrictions mentally as members of revolutionary captives'
unions peddling pectin offshore to seagull designers.

Curry drama flavors favors with greasy commotion as defects
proportion themselves out along a point giving nod to exertions
monolithic oriented twixt elevations ill-mannered and fresh from
dismissal like powdered grain stormed to the horizon to embroider
nature's mask for the encrusted eye of yelping humanity until
outside influences detect defeat in back of the think tank
gliders' steps crucial to heading into the reaches of devotion.

Well-to-do plastic cartridges verify fame in decrepit
monasteries eating mystery sandwiches gluttonously at the twitch
of a figger tringer out beyond development circles where there
not behave an authentic similarity in the verbal vertebral
process disposed indifferently throughout binary diamonds
bemusement in series of unstemmed frames incorporating legions
of lesions for minute scrutiny in the funnels of learning.

Sporting recent brutal bruises we see old Herbert tottering
indignantly from toe to toe on the avenue to senility hoof by
hoof personally unstructing a trained body in interior
deterioration and exterior lulling of amplified coherence to
thrust hills trust under the wheels of the nearest oncoming
hodgepodge at trial usury runs organized belatedly for dead
cultivation experiments on second generation brisk isles of
concrete belief racing for flocks of bitter flagging tongues.

Too often in the surmise of arrogance sensible men send to
find for whom the ball rolls and venture over hale and dill to
whose nose what far reaches of nobility and ravening comes to
posh relative to organ playing in the late dusk of lamentation
hurdles mortal finding read like feasts of revolt deafening
spires of temples with strokes of soft turning spits roasting
decorations venerable to odd reapers here and there yet every bit
as enviable as tortoise campfires.

Welding hard wires to moldy centers in gabbles of goose
nests rests entirely after labor ceases corresponding to the
model ideally situated downwind from each humble cracker barrel
heaver to prevent his getting wind of weak kneed salutations to
monomania in clown heaven as lower and lower layers of automatic
response are reached in the pathway up from knavery prophesied
after the Aladdin principle of grief-shaping noise gladly
welcomed into the Fraternity of Morose Pinafore Sweepers on
radical networks nosing past the wave of chocolate pudding to
wrestle in the spice remunerators hide-out.

CHAPTER 93

I Hear The Garbage Cans Springing

Alternative practice never nervous enough for the customs
and laws of bankruptcy stokers used to green and bottomless ruins
for advantage as small numerals forever demonstrate meaning
vastly opposite any opportunity missing in the kindly mezzanine
dampened dye swelling up the turkey feathers embedded in the
sacred stone of Isis.

Your portion consists of giant thumbs-worth scoops out of
nasty fusions inspired by used later obstructions for your joy
and consumption heard faintly after the test expires into
coloration fuzz capable of awards to finite furlongs in secret
scramblings wasted forward of next wealth-forming slurp of the
condemned mariner's flight path buttressed only twice as little
falsity at reform angle reaction.

Touring a tureen of a gravy turbine in my red buzzard outfit
was the experience of a wife-time for I could not continue
generating stupidity on such a grand snail as penitentiary wigs
falling in fractional curls to cure the most adamant seeds of
concurrent or abated refractionation of cramped befuddlement
encouraged outward from the age of unity forward until the
ancient ruins were slighted for a farce handle of frozen ivory
milk-stained on its knees attorneying on its axis once per
finality of depth ration.

Boundward home or boneward houme is a matter for the elect
in breeding higher themes of eager storm barriers monkeyed about
at least provocation by Lord Fourstroke in his instead
peculiarity needing needlescapes orientation next lamination
season where we usefully stumble onto tracks never worn in the
path malingerers tread through the vasts all effort-grown of
fickle-feed during the nudgement cycle previous.

The electric charity was always invented on invitation for
initiation to infiltration hunger manifested formally awake when
opinion hastens in extreme cages with boom patterns unfurled over
lenticular oceans of reticulation spasms passing knowledge
amongst the personal particles living inwardly lost but homely
regenerated in hybrid reluctance foretold lastly in rotiform
splendor through the beak of a roasted toucan not listed among
the survivors of the phony war monument erected by the
perpetrators and perpetuators of conflict to distract appeasedly
anyone who might object to the next treason.

Recognized entry into felt generations noted freshly another
scale of relations needed prior to enlistment of recall on back
roads of strife scatterings weans useless caravans from nests
edging toward portions of seclusion warned of in great battered
books left in caverns at rotting temperatures in deliberate
volition exchanges meant to shortchange far ranges of heraldry
hostages heist.

Relaxation of vacation trending admits opportunities for
themes bold and mature recanted long ago in delusion manufactures
optioned out educationally defeated and crowned out in taste of
all things related free times turned faster than joint-ends meet
lastly over coffee flavored props for lack of talent turned over
like a rock to reveal scurrying life hurtling across labels
preferred until today by Methuselah cancelers operating together
by the millions to generate the strength necessary to castigate
an errant ant.

Dead virus no-account relish into inner tabulation equalized
for fencing trouble winds creeping on leather haunches dragging
pearls of inclusion farther than either of many historic treks
ever did engaging handy credits most only torn away swiftly in
storm fever warnings posted overhead out of range of Dervish
whirling sight mellowed by utter peace notations.

Regained annually taxed reagent pour-outs tend to moor alert
entities beyond limits preordained for them by other agencies
unspoken and unspeakable in tones of prolix discord muted only
by time and space apportioned freshly among sentries of the dust
rather than buyers in Paradise or hawkers in Hell reasonably
attired after the wrong march from Southern Oblivia through the
Mountains of Catatonia, the Marshes of Paranoia, after deserts of
professional treatment by those with never enough transportation
to carry their cases in. Nor would entries in the Growing Prattle
Journal engage the quivering heart of highly royal bridge trusses
with references to fried freedom with grizzled bogs on the side
often hindering going on phrases under well-turned habit chews
defined in acts of no sympathy in inert sweating bouts dallying
among the waded stream of conscience flooding the valley of the
ignorance of up and down if you mean what I know.

Sweet offer comes abundant oftenly open to the only waster
help itself cannot yesterwhen able resident outing swing demise
friendly conference battle yarns forecast one before the other
quickly fleeted round about circus trailings for all the magic
boys hanging on their own-built trees higher than trapeze
aspirations distantly urging more and more from the barren earth
bristling with second-hand toothpicks.

Amber, that ancient gem observed and served centuries round
royal glistenings has cursed itself out of spite for misplaced
genius leaping no distance repeatedly undertaking thorough
relativity unto bastions of courtesy bestowed behind willing
walls of mortal dust soaked in bloody brine of lessening degrees
of access to reality of nozzle velocity tables classified for
greaseguns of passional allurity once the brazen curtains have
dropped releasing everyone from the spell of truth to regurgitate
knowledge in a great purge everlastingly relentlessly roundly
soundly returning homeward in gleeful respectation of over in
clamptown antic frolic recitation foundation happiness chargeup
pounded tender from all sides.



CHAPTER 29

How Odd Of Me To Please The Cheese

Recognition behaves as well under strength of stress as
galleons on golfers knees freaks out sentimental salutes for my
generation of automatons any way you can give us a break over the
head outlasting other greetings help to trade ulcers for tribal
habits or if detested normal forestation prepares number therapy
for introduction into the social structure only complaining to
the right and to the left hands that evening arrived too late to
be early last night.

I am still searching and have been searching for how long
for the answers to life, but what is the question cowering in the
musty old departure bay like a vegetating wolf longing to be done
with it all at last but alas the Sundays come and go and the
matrix rolls in orbits and gravitation beckons alluringly from
the stars that blow you away with their radiation so the quandary
quadruples the quivering quagmire of quaking quicksand to quench
any qualities with its quick quantities of overwhelm.

I am the lazy cowardly escapist dreamer left at your door by
the sentence of metaphysical twist catalyzed with genetic dice
and through the looking glass of illusory parity wiping the grin
of glue off the phase of great moon swellers filing by the crypt
of lunatic struck dog moaning and hosing the forest of empty
battles unwary of the buyer desperate to appease the swooping
lily for a jaunt until fiber beats magic's cotton bugle.

Once up on the time platform go down the slippery corridor
to your left and you will not see remains of the last person who
did so because all has been neatly cleaned up so you will not
hesitate to go on down the slippery corridor which commences to
perform a greater incline and you are no longer walking but
sliding down the long slippery chute faster and faster because it
is regaining a more pronounced decline and you are no longer even
on your feet but sliding on your back into the portion where it
is red hot and you are burning your back and screaming like a
live comet who can hardly wait to be swallowed into the cool
bowels of the gaping dragon which awaits.

Strictures of rye grass and grammar left on rich devices
detected yesterday with skins of terriers a native soup having
flowered excellently and utterly measured from squid to lodgement
panels suspended in trains of swallow tails coated with peanut
butter and sandwiched between a secretion of pewter tests and a
paradigm of opinion pressure.

Even yet raises felt sensation past derivation politics to a
plane called inner climate fleece normally basketed where all
roots meet a fair distance from nostalgia in open greeting with
sword and pistol dangling wistfully desired while reverse talk
rivals sweet cucumber sauce for echo bitten amusement like repeat
yearning hermits winging west unsaddened sidesaddle siftings of
moment.

Homesick motorcycles gnarling by on the highway of vernal
tweeds heedlessly honk symphonies to epiphanize all yellow
buddies' old folks' hamper-derived excesses derailed by
instinctual urges erupting in unexampled patterns undetected at
room temperature and eye level until many years' manifesting
reaches forth with their garnered existence.

What is anything if not the gargoyle of happiness gazing
blankly over the runes of tomorrow's race of dreamers trying
again to make something out of nothing or everything out of
spastics or dissolve the fruit flies of effort with purple
urgings' distillate or implicate existence in fading deliberation
foreign to veiled identity with the surface pressure of inverted
sugar?

Do you wonder what they wear under those long curls of
evasive conjuring photons interlensed with padded lemurs lemming
their way boundward in an outing doubly to be witched in haven
sentences delivered before a gathering of rogue stars along the
heavenly wastes behind Lucifer's badges shining in negative
spoilage to make a pompously impressive presence?

That blue bird had a bandaged maybe broken leg and maybe a
broken wing and lived because the big dumb dog was called off by
its owner but it probably didn't live long on that hot day among
other dogs with dumb owners and the whipping sky with level teeth
crunching each inch of ground for lack of heed since Oliver was
Pope that hardy man who could not stand to wear laurels.

If the creed is greed what excuse to plead need as the steed
you freed to trample weeds into churlish channels marked with
gurgling incandescence roundly soundly faked for French frills
famous for fragility or to call for justice burgers without
stacking up negative essences to portray innocence languidly
proud at rehearsals for life living at an advertised but
unattainable level.

Kidding myself is the easiest thing I do when I think of
future days and knots playing with this and that like it has
happened for the better and the pleasant and the interesting and
a purpose stupendously magic with joy and knowledge running off
at the shoes with harmony of progress and final reaches opulent
and simple with humor and ease taking no notes obscuring no
quotes wild and fuelish in one quibble or other like gentle final
soft tender nothing.

Crazy how that involved regret dangles over rest homes when
guests fall away in ritual mornings' haze or sweating now that
answers defy imaginary relics by static states perusing lists of
supplies for the voyage in the instant here as always as if what
was alive was anything except life.

Picture if your wheel every doll under fleecy rugs torn into
humps of jumping raillery hunting reasons worn through to a
rotten core after yowling about handy gadgets for irrigating the
court of Alexander the Least with tequila through corncob pipes
locally stuffed with pasta while medical sigh ends its monopoly
for thins of thousands in assured frailty channels quaintly
mopping up ghosts with bundles of irritated lobster claws.

Pardon me while I slip into something a little less
wonderful approaching the summary of all vestments taken as whole
cloth resting in fabric heaven with the hide from Hell scowling
out of every corner of dark here where this is unusually regarded
as fortuitous against useful ravages coming close to how idle
scarves pretend moronity in order to be excused from duty as
pallbearers at the funeral of tribute cast as post-modern
playmaking at the confluence of wage rage and stage.

Vestibule lubrication grinds raspingly uplifting airspace
only gone well in barrels labeled with soaked-off paper highly
reaping of grope handles whence flopped needle eye soup partners
in time for a venting event to prevent movement through the rent
in eager waving flaps not caps to traps totalling heavy herds
based often at local breweries loading docks nodding in dreams
prolific as ants times grass over wishes times fulfillment.

Eat as you must the rust from the bottom of old battleships
in Pearl Harbor and the North Atlantic while I whip up a batch of
corn ventricles out of relenting inner tubes and recent acclaim
shavings so that youth billings may enjoy one of the collapsing
treats of the wavery regions notifiable in Braille innocently of
rumor phrasing hymns reaching these parts by snort and barf.

On my elegantly birtdayed pound of romp settles row on row
of cow elders nestling for the bit of solitude breezes emitting
sighs of bold rebellion smack on the door of lemon polish to
rummage among pictures gone mad hearing tonight's news rattle
back and forth among C and R and T and bellying up to the
flickering haze drafted out of halcyon deserts raving with
helmets of gold braid heaving their guts in the sham apparatus of
shamans' repositories hopelessly in the undertow of regimentation
recycling.

In dawdling there is some satisfaction or fade-saving with
unsalted knee braces hefted causually by nuns in training for
bowling ball shining that fails to vanish even with a strong
flush out of the Eastern Valley of Nerve Wiggling Flashes never
wasted on tumble rags headed more for thin healing spates than
boyish cabin cruising and no matter how long the master is
related ultimately shelves descent in regular ordination to scoop
up any loose tangibles by prompting.

Well whistles notwithstanding the thrust of ice waves on a
stern-wheeler embedded rockily in pickle plum pudding is a better
sway out of bitter cramps than any other parcel of grinning west
of gravel after fine reconsideration by humble pie eaters out
with the mumps we decided to enlist portable head pumps for
redecoration of the flooded pole caves since it would be cheaper
and less pointing in the Spring.

I tried to weasel the word weasel in here somewhere but
weasels are seldom mentioned outside of weasel books and nature
articles about minks, ferrets, ermines and weasels and besides
I'd be a weasel if I tried to sneak the word weasel into this
sentence without having any excuse for mentioning weasel and I
don't want to be a weasel so I will just forget about the word
weasel.

I won't be easily tempted by considerations of money to tap
the root of cabinetry vaulting heading headlong under the vest
marked with the simmering nickel, an old antidote to farm
wrestling helmets poured liberally over butter-fisted litters
monkeying around the square of the hopping noose next to the last
temper tantrum offered in propitiation for cork-hilted weaponry
cheerily debating French frosting collars in the bright moonlight
of penury.

Coast the tweezers and toast the host for his brilliant
remembering riddle latched on to the launch party right after
center husk rebelled into the arms of shambling settlers with
lice in their rice and bowled over true to their teacher's racing
blood flattering heathen custodians to tattoo their relevant
brooms with salutary slogans in the southern dialect of Martian
Sanskrit perfumed in two slanted frost colors temporarily
anchored in a smiler's hat.

The little log's bark felled the merry woodsman in a fan of
reagent colors unknown in further times as elevator matching
seams for shallow ceremonies of planning roadside tent cities'
relevancies in ages of recent dust picking maps with orders to
gape at young horse musterers for taking hours of the princes's
time looking under the frozen hoofs when they should have been
looking under the frozen hooves in the place legislated going
enterprise hesitation fence.

A stretched dreamosine perspiring in the soon day nun
precipitates all manner of acting ups from the hapless hopeless
figments of their own irritation prickling backbone- like between
the legs of the dilemma shaped of gnomish hat dancers napping
among the paddles of corporation navy housewives' panoramaphobia
let out of the sack by the track sack packer in stuffing his own
harvest of arms for culling the burlap pockets of several ranks
of military nebulaware.

Just a rambling dihedral angle of nervous penitence wallops
relative egg builders when proclamations appear from out the
mysterious darkness penetrating every where you look except up,
which never is permitted before the fat rat howls his welcome to
the budget gadget festival warmup exercises preliminary planning
session over my dreaded tailbone and merry-go-round lever bearing
grease applicator refill cartridge as it leaks all under the
plays.

Novelty wears thin with repetition advancement organized on
tidal wave patterns obsolete under rainwear crackers running five
office and spending our kookie dough like it was coming into
style with curly whiskers dyed red white and blandishments
overtook other traces of receipts pointed at yellow undercoats
marching in primitive style according the courtesy due to wild
wish doctors educated in geodesic trading schools.

Panting like a having run one hundred miles horse the Queen
Mother ant stole upon the darkened stage near the footlights
hoping for a ride to the O J Corral where the shootout between
Captain Spark and Lefty the Friendly Eohippus Catcher was to take
place at high noonset of the last to the next news comet trailer
so humdinger that yarns about it were woven into the centuries of
paraculture like wires melting stargate hinges with cotton candy
tom-toms.





CHAPTER 192

Hurry, Please, No Waiting

Pretend there is a clarified mudstream actuating the tight
wire across the agate temple for sagging April haunts are nestled
within gongs reverserating in marred honey to organ squeaks
coaxed out of penitents before the curtains swallow them up
glancing right and left for the tour guide to broom them out of
there to avoid being crushed by the million ton obsidian slab now
descending.

Pink glows the shuttered evening over the line of squiggled
pilgrims hula-hooping their way above the Valley of the Shadow of
the Dismal Swamp Monitor tastefully garbed in winding cloths
speaking popcorn instead of words and red peppers for punctuation
about the saber-toothed clams nipping at their heels for a taste
of toe jam with Dr. Scholl's sauce since that is the current news
story in billions of empty homes at the hour of hesitation.

The goal of speakoanalysis was to wall up the ancient wallop
and to well up the prelate surgings with continental purgings of
the walrus behind that wall of necessity so that cigars could
gather to symbolize the maternal logjam on the whole weak toast
half digested in three cow stomachs called the ig the kiddo and
the supper-agogo thereby reaching what was called the
Australasian French curve which is something like a knuckle ball
and seventy-three times as hard to hit.

But I digress in wandering if two and four make a team when
the oxcart rumbles down the cliff face leaking antioxidents in
streaming clown tails redundant on a field of porkchops in mortal
battle for the right to caress cactus spines in the atelier of
Richard the Weird next to the spaghetti repellers expeller
propellers.

Tools for tying together relative ambitions are recently
available in condensed volumes numbered according to the Roman
carnival system known at the time of baby tree spending and hand
bending of quartz crystals over the protesting backs of living
fences in the backyards of novelty brokers added once from
illusion smearing compounds by alchemical heroes as an anodyne
for palindrome mockery regression.

If no freezing is possible in the long term isn't it better
to yell at the side of a lung than to hug the Tom bear in hopes
that Ken with his long hair and glass eyes will finally swoop
down and bury the ratchet in each yodeling valley named after
bureaucratic underlings at the Indianapolis Speedway where three
feet of snow tastes like creme de menthe tobacco slightly used?

Oars adrift making tender cyclones of emotion good for many
miles of influence categorizes employers' attitude as something
of a tired para-agnostic for two or a di-agnostic for dead aiming
to better the cognition in the direction of passivity by the
sirens of Oklahoma wailing for the lost dirigible hanger among
the sands of oblique irony in the butcher garden of King Charles
the Spaniel.

Pump the fantasy stomach for remnants of tales prickling
with excitement waylaid from fronts of southern mansions in movie
sets all Christmased up for the Czar's tribute to modern bone
carving as millions of speculators romanced the dimes and shekels
of a boy and his dog carving ice bombs in the sewers of Milwaukee
as part of a program to train drunken drivers to drive better
while drunk and your reward will be persistent afternoon mares
straggling after a rechargeable montage of manifest heritage.

While I am speaking of hermits, as I was spoking yesterday,
let you remind me that a shipment of fragile refugees from the
Crippled Palace was broken open in the switching yard of Bogota
when a rail sprung a tension region allowing the absentee ballot
to collapse on to its side in the snow covered ballroom of the
Columbian Exposition carelessly witnessed by one hundred blind
leaders of fifty blind follow- leaders of twenty-five blind
followers leading one man with a saw whereby the existing curfew
will be extended to include relevant portions of the orange rind.

Since there are so few questions from the audience since the
amputation of the imputation by the impudent and imprudent
malefactor heretofore profaning this sacred pratfall, let us
begin to end by in the end begging your effulgence while we stop
to say something about recreant developments in scientific
procrastination which will indeed open your gills to everything
that is concealed in the foregoing obscenario by the
concentration of interchangeable corn.

Twitching muscles in the shoulder of the off ox were used in
modern times to forecast everything from Papal Bulls to mass
diaper changes not only because respect for moldy businesses
festooned together iridescent gun designs for native forces to
secure with a series of running ballads concerning Yoga
breathers' positions after guzzling superior bush toxins hoping
to wrestle with handsome devils for the indifferent cigarette of
feigned symmetry.

Do something anyway was the advice I received while waiting
for my purpose to come up on the comic computer which assigns
everyone his number and life plan, so I began writing before I
knew what I was going to write about or even if I was going to be
writing in the coming life which is what makes this material at
times somewhat spotty such as when the Federal numerologist
exorcizes rabbits into the vats of hurried dragon tails winging
it to tantalize the pits of strawberry images in deferred clinks.

Polarity fabrics over tenements when milling activity usurps
regular anatomical reachers orbits this rotation of guardian
retractable pickles coming often as seasons to the sense of
shallow worms' diet appealing the hedge of the forest creatures
in the search for hooked magnetic fields that hinder taped
highway rodents searching for fragments of the true cone in the
chitin of wild violets.

A ratified visionary is a Blake to all else destroying theft
of connection in fodder fields domed in defiance to
recapitulation hammers doled out among the patrons of feminine
endings to feline academic flights re-emerging from monolithic
diffractions accompanying acoustic associations in loud rises
counting three laps around savagely igniting soap pluralities
opting for highlight repair in the finite analysis.




CHAPTER 193

Chuckling Onions Devour Pious Diner

Orange juice turned slightly sour to the left fading in the
heat of August hindsight for mentioning ailments prematurely in
the public square to the temporal people who guest former fame
now expiring with the breath of winter smelling rotten in the
district of the strict elders gnarling on their microbes while
remembering their youth and feasts of common days at home with
nostalgic regret tackling their private letdown.

The old barber took off his right shoe to tap it on the
floor holding it by the heel while he reached into his coat
pocket with the other hand and brought out an old greyhaired bat
full of snuffle and snort that he placed carefully in his shoe
and gently slid it under his chair where it rubbed up against the
small bottle by the leg whereupon the small jinni passed through
the side of said bottle and asked of the man what he was to do
since he was only four inches tall and could pass through
keyholes with the ease of grace.

The block on the dock began to knock on the rock under the
clock to see if lemon grass left a mark on temple steps by
variations of moon juice caverns of sweet uglies born too late in
material partition for simple education bleating hoarse scruples
daily once the resort is reached by parading aunts foresworn of
gadgets and ruffles as leaving tasted jealousy at the drone of
trivia zigzags of suitable embroidery meant to feed the melody of
coldblooded kilns.

Is the Morgan Beetle energized into humility for executive
exercise once the baffles of crowns stifle relevant heathens with
yards of grace and bounty or are themes of healing feathers kept
viable at exotic temperatures for visions of my own lasting
faster than bulges in medical fog as wanding seals fates in
freight containers abubble with main pleasure nodes?

Cow a man and he will be cowed by the cowing and his
agreement with it once arbitrary contents are exhumed with
filtering levers thinned with heat vanes bought with gold hammers
beaten with joss sticks formed with glass shavings cut with wide
nostrilled mongooses claws gathered with serpentine nets of
rotgut bottled with lard lollipops frozen with liquid estrogen in
a bucket in the barn.

Pulsation however measured and small is far and away under
chimerical restraints posited by trainers in bronze castles
accorded relaxing opportunities with innocent executioners wasted
for tension keepers' habits on separate occasions reformed evilly
cast of wishes friends rollicking cradles telephonic rabbits
drumming the march supplement originally repentant at last.

Remorse for incomplete gables of a testament sours
multitudes of proportional handlers in engaging in tentative
debate on blatant billboards for locally conceived fund- raising
impediments stated succinctly in barbarous tongues attributed to
epochal geology by ornate precursors dedicating lifetimes of
massing humor to fast teasing of normal vexation.

Wakeful though we are in times of double dread, we no longer
treat globular clusters with fending swords engraved with
cabalistic cymbals aimed at the heart of rage therapy to group
entities with ecstasy either under jurisdiction of rotation
widows or year out diggers at kingplayers' end as recorded
resoundingly in Fruit Cocktail Journal Number Seven for October.

Weaving out yellow repeater huddles heads forward in grand
style at underwater cable laying festivals heaps up pressure
tolls elder trolls basking in trembles of optic ventures cool and
fretful emerging just in front of guzzling druids outflanking
Hebrew towers using the lips of ghostly transformers burnt out by
lightning burdens over the years unrecorded.

When amateurs try to prune prunes in a prone posture
premature preambles protrude prosaically prior to precluding
piles of regurgitated fable fur thus prerearranging vestigial
attitudes for rehearsal after the crowds have grown old in their
absence by forcible excellence tabulation measures taken in all
dishonesty for a gambit of pomposity.

Blind mathematics mechanics subtract steps ordinarily once
trying to conceptualize who think along even more accommodating
employment pools holding back what skills overcome being able to
see chances long after talking becomes problematical starting
with nothing printed anymore than thanks could be reached in
wigwams of commercial publishers along with composers of evolved
electrons.

Done forlornly with an accord on the version that continues
elegance forever born without lifted ideals as a fat ox hints at
resources beyond legend in contest with motion picture wit for
enchantment at window remote dead prison homes territorially
impaled on poison fangs sharp and fresh from the philosopher's
stone.

An arch of arms marked the smoked gate into basic filaments
pressed by lines calculated in resentment and incorporated for
monetary units combining foreclosure and guesswork offensives
predating platonic insurrections for didactic details mutually
distinct in scanty elements overtaken remorselessly during the
dispersed allotment characteristically stern and round.

My old and only impression of her was one time when she at
vigorous urging took off into the air and sprinkled cornucopias
on the awaiting crowd of interlopers backed into two large canvas
ducks' bills embedded in right-angle watermelons fluent with
moral dilemmas that quaked each task of choice within wedded
wings in facets unforeseen outside industry as born of inventive
symmetry traces from a talking drum issued for a recent byproduct
ceremony.

On the ground groaned numerous infestational gymnastics
whose remorse reflected some other manner related to bristling
unseen beasts earmarked for redemption by proxy rotation like a
vision turned outside in on an axis of quick protrusion waiting
heartfelt thanks for heroics unknown along with ultimate puppetry
oriented eastward on a track far fallen in humps and lumps of
stagger flax aboil in the turret of Sherman's General Twinkies
Tactic in full stride astride the witches' wand.

With a wisp of a wish in wistful wanting tiny Goliath hoped
to see his salary refrain from shrinking past the point of the
microcosm before Christmas if mean old antisocial yule logs
limber up on marzipan biscuits among the locus of freedom
captured fast in cordial expulsion loyalties orchestrated by
undercover agents of paradise waving thickets of mangroves to
signal the charge of mandolins.

A cryptic koto resounds generously in opinion shakers next
after quelled pursuits dog the feetstops of flint carriers
reckoning bars gathering dust upon bedsprings long rusted away in
ages of foster gentlemen filed under percept of magnificence
commonly creeded along lines of short platitudes of number idioms
on a flank by triad dispute panels.

Come over to the dwindle farm as harvest yearns for company
in hill whining fence escapes normally open into visions of
rational elbow fastenings getting the goat of the antelope
worshiper extracted to wear pierced bracelets wrung from wads of
vulture blood where you will see sights never before told to
smooth water cats or vendetta venders in proof of graduation.

Stood on its several forewings in the glare of ink
reflections was enough to convince nervous do-gooders that equal
hindrance beckons from oval eyes as from maximum overture zones
in the onerous presence of fermentation pertaining to lazy toast
with advanced spore transfer technology tariffs and participating
randomly in the manufacture of precision lawn grass.

If a yogi yokel was yoked to yogurt beyond the yolk of
yonder young Yiddish yo-yo would heathens believe interesting
motives were conspiring to volunteer their surfaces in radish
garden buy-outs prolonging heat stroke health fads on the
commotion that central urbanity convoked similar antecedents in
frost-juggling isotopes of extortion?

Only the ignorant or the hypocritical respect politicians,
reporters and psychiatrists for under it all nameless
unspeakables romp and play at intelligence and wisdom long
renounced in patches of ragged fog augmented through shabby lies
in corners of ruined cellars trailing weak coughs for whatever
prophet they may bring a beggar a further inch of existence in
defeat.

Gather up the short strings of cerebral efficiency and tie
them in a huge knot of acorns dripping with old weather from
canopies of ink stolen after expulsion from nowhere relaxed its
gunnery notions toward eclipsed complications in a vanity of
repentance overdone to the best of our humility.

Corrupt entreaties reduce sarcasm to plaintive choruses of
vortex generators remarking on the grace displayed by common
garden variety run-of-the-mill everyday ordinary average plain
lackluster spiders swimming out their wives in sumptuous
pulmonary pumping and indicates inspiring quantities of parallel
universes subjected to similar nostalgia on the occasion of the
postulate of posterity.

In an attempt to span the times of man's future in altered
convalescence dreaming of perfection and peace for cannibal
laughers we think in parenthetic integers as camping debunkers
attributing all resonance to literal paraphernalia composed of
fenced Lazarus Snails assembled for medicinal appearance to
torment the Hell out of Holy Water.

Approaching the spores of fright yields coronas of glue
reaching out for annihilation often mistaken for the annex to
veins of coal dust in arenas arrogant with artifacts of the
larynx for later comment on the generosity assigned to defective
cables serving flexible undersides of bound reinforcements if
nervous cadavers resent ornamentation.

I am the very muddle of a mortal minor janitor in cereal
deceiverships constipating annuities of plagiarism accounting for
a majority of gruesome examples showing sculptural bodies
homesick for strange places removed by the winds north to south
bearing painstaking dismissal records.

The effects of fictional chronicles on the letters of
coddled cobwebs retaining responses resonant on a theme of
plowshares removes the snare of inactive seeds from exile
throughout bisected subbuoyant signals irksomely imposed upon by
final skills triumphant.

A slender branch wasting heavily uncoded ear lobes served
many hatsful of repetitious variations coming easily in
confidence from manifest interruptions of backstreet games of
fate which imitate corrosive collar additives like molten bone
magnets at shrewd points of calamity remodeling centennials.

Left to itself the curve in the road tests any awkward
coronation victim for unruly consent before reaping the sound
buried elaborately until the last vacancy erupts with thin sheets
of chains unfit to cross the t's of tentative titillation to
territorial thrombosis with gold shackles.

Expert expectation of epilepsy necessitates conversion to
phonic promotion of portions of phonic fluctuations dwelling in
skins of pale Eolithic demonstration models rejected totally in
contact with the sun shoving heartily a fine extension of
delicate rigging at natural glazes without evidence from promises
overheard.

Now and by and by the trustworthy cry handy tears for
accurate atmosphere genial to syllables in fluid fluff bars
nominally reunited at utterly wasted wrought iron funnels
fabricated for his highness at the conclusion of vaporization
exercises conducted forlornly on the plains of old high furrows
with blank flags constrained in motion as unwelcome observers
wept controllably inept tears for pay and shrugged backward into
the steaming quicksand for an extra thrill doctrine evasion.

Bright letup converses growing times reaction melting
several marginal opacities if redundant upon some wrecked orphan
oyster mouthing philistine phrases over the parapets of rival
navels out of some sordid notion of several neighbors raising
noise in the relenting streets grown dusty with fallen heat
lightning transferred after initial possession by recumbent
oracles ended upon the shores of Martian seas.


CHAPTER 127

Just Follow That Qualified Sigh To Broad Hints' Ark

Evidence pertaining to the restraint of tree malfunctions
elaborates elements unforeseen to molest recent caravans nosing
into fate-ridden canyons full of sausages blooming in splendid
portions incapable of greeting sweat with dignity and candidness
for more than the price of a poke in the nostril with pickled
morticians' toes only reserved on padded cell walls as posters
covering the bars and stars.

In arias about aerial activities around animals antlers able
answers abound after analysis approaches avalanche artistry
although anything amiss is permissible once a consensus is
breached for idle indifference gotten half through a dog's
breakfast moralizing at the ends of greasy croissants for a tardy
display of deficit suspending.

In better days two cross purposes respected one another in
terms of heady sufficiency immortalized as bronze cannon at bay
surely quarreled with hesitant reluctance to undermine the
heavens provided throughout knuckle sandwiches observed over the
counter glances rooted in hateful habit breaking noodle platters
rented from the White House.

Nordic visions held up to the twilight seem thin to mortal
ears at odds with jettison streamers threaded through wooden
beams in castles of freeborn eloquence none the worse for trail
brazing expeditions to exits from this universe where no
marionette has went before or after in trepidation squirms
between bouncing elevator doors with map after map of lone
coordinates drooping on cutting room ceilings.

Able to experience whole moments in a single year comes
forth now the actor propositioning nature for a bite of attention
from wool gatherers' idol warship with cruel velocity fancied
pure as eagle droppings on uranium lakes stocked with talent
agents hymning themselves hoarse for the snake of value credits
optimum in daylight credence on warped operating tables.

Bumblebee nectar swells the hive grown old on opium dreams
less than heaped dates gone by pressing tomorrow for animation of
greed practice molds stacked helter-skelter under the dome of the
basilica shining formidable in the flare of a nuclear blast and
slowly fading in pink mist that drifts in search of masterful
numbness.

Which denotes the connotation leaving guesswork far behind
prediction in order that young blessed jugglers may tread on
water like surgeon apprentices upheld by legends reported by
repetitive electronic clicker-flickers gone past remorse for acts
unrecanted and still moist with the blood of antediluvian
apostrophes mad in places unrelieved by order or harmony.

Wise as edges are in comparison with planes unsettled as
spaces treating room offensively could position retreat once
established to know total mass didn't end sensation broiling
effects off radiator loops poised for troop movements daintily
upon tiptoe next to chains of molecules launched ominously from
gelatin kites by hermit cats stuffed with watermelon- flavored
popcorn.

Toiling cheapens relations with individual portent
undermined in trouble for dreaded roving bands of starving
professors germinating heavily toward towers of ivory as a task
for tusks trampling husks of normal beachcomber types modeling
sand cattle behind the backs of botanists marking for sure the
nests of malefactors caught eating crow in their own words.

Western wastes figure in the tales of scorpion triflers
traveling lonesome along trade trails woven past steady ghost
civilizations on adjacent wavelengths unlisted in the directory
of torsion citadels and unadvertised on tohellevision or crazio
or the sloughpapers and thus unknown to fools and destroyers
making them sustainable and viable.

Certain portable portions led science to believe in the
restoration of reason after experience showed intuition to be the
ruling force rather than either environment or predestination
thus extinguishing notions of drug potions entered into empty
rituals carefully thought out by supposed experts in analysis and
prudent politics at real gibberish patently labeled pure and
natural with no added favors or deservatives.

Reflecting on fresh notions in preamble writing a last
discernment recalled riddles unresolved on time for Judgement Day
settled in little pools of broad light simmering toward escape
velocity on a course rated inevitable on the scales of pioneers
lest anything like it happen again before sentencing reduces
humdrum to ecstasy.

Remove a chain of winged weapons and you start a resolve
handsome out of proportion to heathen paganism reflections of
error trading selves without casual cause around backlot
prescriptions wintering the withering blasts screaming down from
director's shelves older than kangaroo blankets' pedigrees that
yield to nasal calibrations and laboratory cant.

Amiable chats in locker rooms cannot dispel the chill
jitters shame casts upon lithe conspiracies sealed in fossil
jerky when aviators last invented value investment corporations
as a hedge against low muscle spasms of gnarled cadets still
ungraduated at the end of their lives cleverly cocooned but
wasted shells without the magic injections of spite pipedreamed
by General Donothing.

People waste weeping on simple events in tangle with nothing
that it is a wonder any jokes get out at all over the whimpering
wails registering winks locally scanned from needle towers bent
for good high reception models as carpets wave with wonderful
weakness forgotten by scramblers' helper teams on reality storms
bracketing with sheets of tin laziness mortally easing mental
cribs.

Supervision lacks result under the system promulgated on
sandy ranges of Neptune by and for edible mushrooms served lately
under glass willingly targeted sensibilities blooming headlong
for trails fresh with spoor of canal wielders happening on to
heaps of corrected excrement in cement precedents unlike
worsening urges placed in greater orbits for trial menaces taking
the place of melodious epithetical epitaphs.







CHAPTER 5762

Easier Than Egret Egresses

In heads wiser than gargoyle hunters come adrift from juries
friendly to morphia wander spurious paraphernalia suggesting
yellow illusions scrolling brilliantly over the glacial drift in
waves of rooster grass notable for total absence of humor baiting
humbug only relieved by tens of thousands of root beetles
calculating the score reached today by the investors in parochial
driven philosophy.

Large pieces become quite hot upon setting so take care when
putting the silver coffin in your mouth since a scorched throat
is an awkward way to spend your uninvited camp time under the
superstars of the sky at night when blisters of the stomach
lining welcome the neophyte forger in line from germ casting
practice to bleary gut stretching in a rush for the exit.

Let me dream of fractal sentences enveloping in curls the
pillars of sensitivity to reveal mourning ears turned in without
the better to shut out the eternal light under the bushel of
prefried beans no longer jumping to confusions to cure the void
of curdled thinking pursuits arrested in deep dancing grids.

Others connive results from cerebral charges while tremors
creep westward in segments ominous in their priorities yet
carnivorous in their meager message leaving heavy terms trapped
in scarlet irritation ranks to sail ridges through temples
perpendicular to anxiety as treated in fragments scuttled from
the score of the 1812 Overture.

Gravity forward into the expanse of mortality meets an
attractive influence based upon aromatic evolution to denote
reckless control of prevented oaths temporarily hired in
construction of the hips of the hippogriff discovered in
Amsterdam through the work of George Inness Cups the famous
internal topologist.

No feature of the weather feather leather breather is the
least like the brother of innocence marked generic because
revenge demands fortuitous congratulations from and to
alternating vertical bolts harvested nominally as substitutes in
the condition named manipulation of motor frequency itself
collected rigorously backwards from the front of termination
initiators.

A level lesson contains elements programmed to waver tonal
winds rising homeward by elegant magic before boldly maiming
churchyard residents with a libation of lemonade in brigades of
false ants swarming heatedly on the judgement seat easily and
quickly undergoing ignition.

Words do not say what instinct had motioned to inherit
instead of holds under various pretenses weary weaving frost
barns old as heat in number frames donated wisely before ending
any turn out inhabited necessarily by thugs aflame with numbness
dictated through tempo changes or bygone errors.

Leave it in one way unfound that heaps envy tall upon jeers
trotted past yearly basket holder stacks manned up with unruly
captives alert to melody confiscation over labor reputes foregone
wills kept covert on garden highways or elephant trailers yanking
heavenward in majesty ornate when noble assets dwindle past even
nothing of attitude.

Your request for pallid guard dogs meets with unapproval
happily granted none-the-less with gravel restrictions embedded
in Einstein's probability levers trained on groups of angel food
bombers gaining with every squeak a model for testimonials of
graft known outside barricades of silk to herald challenges
overwhelming.

In a lake burrowing nastily and hastily to view results
forecast by the square wound in the flank of destiny as fresh
water drones mightily and usual will entrapment justify
involuntary triangular cartoons spatially invoked afresh for
lessons in liquid elocution whereby theoretical manners might
mitigate miasma before the path renders itself critical.

Interlacing cake icing poured from above rises in tension to
the edge of a self starter provided tentatively with hooks
enduring the thoroughly wet steel wool headdress unbecoming of
meat or blast and sorry to have required endless graduation
patrimonies instead of feasts of skill including hushed sound
stirrings detached spirally along the y axis.

A butterfly royally eating entertainment greatly enhanced
computer montage filling every stronghold with stardust will not
wait eagerly past an uncertain time without a strain of the crane
of the neck focussed backward in a version of fluency
undocumented as a rowboat of mercy for the campaign to furnish
pockets to sanctified roof valves.

Venus in orbit around Hermes constitutes either altercations
blinded to ratification in open protest of generous genuine
genuflection in a prejudiced court of nine males so far gone as
to emulate seizure in broad public of family fruit of unproven
ancestry in disorderly crowds like a troublesome swelling of the
hierarchy enjoying Vanity Fair.

Speculation as to the source of the obstructed passageways
inherent in tremble freight concealed permanently in icebergs
reminds me of a story about an oration redelivered twice over to
members of two open crews of emptiness in a ruined language
encrusted in syntax and corruption assessments that faded quickly
in the light of the sacred ash of ulcerous dynamos.

With the legal help of a yelp anvil pounding resumed in the
temple of effort twice twisted to utter degenerate grunts after
limited turnip tusks clattered forlornly under flying roots whose
tutelage betrayed exasperation and desperspiration in the middle
of the twaddle about pelvic alignment circuitry mathematicality.

Recourse to precious information resents the series of
advices commonly remote from the side of parenthetical succession
sternly adept in controversy fermentation pertaining to the
square of the grasshopper's leg in inverse ratio to the
tumbleweed tugging the mean inclination of Saturn on the plane of
sunstroke at the constant predestination cross-filtered with
genetic paste to center in the frame two lips in a vase.




CHAPTER 110

Extrinsic Chaff Rides Again

A little dog's concept of gratitude remained when his second
hat blew off in the breeze caused by two tornadoes on remote
hookup from the mayonnaise clinic during an experiment by the
doctor of the month that put geraniums in an empty beaker full of
sodium hydroxide pie-filling which was destined for the Aryan Pet
Shop Dormitory laundry for use as a drapery mender.

We invited the lonely octopus to the pastry party because
religion was a declining statistic in harbors of the far southern
lakes assembled freshly into bales of stale notices tumbled up
for the metal drive ordered last night from the outskirts of pale
penitentiaries after conquest of bubble- mania was predicted when
a band of ailerons kept temperatures at bay during western proof.

The bear and the fox and the hare and the horse and the lion
and the chicken and the elephant and the ox and the buzzard and
the camel and the mother-in-law all wandered in the fields of
ignorance looking for the halibut's hat which had been eaten by
the least weasel you could ever imagine to have regressed beyond
the size of a pea with just one bite because the latter-day claim
was that ice cream parlayed with precious boulders to congeal
macaroni salad gas into bottles ripe as rain.

This section of unreality sticks out like a sore head
crowned with sour grapes as an alibi consistent with
anniversaries numerous out behind the barn only to convene Arabic
numbers with artificial intelligence from the steak capitol and
the department of the fence in the wait mode upheld by a gunman
reciting accusatory Hail Marys and an array of panoramic pilfer
codes.

The monotone is the reference for the light in the cup held
upright in the prehensile tail of a playful mantissa and can be
left in the pasture once its mission of melting fragmentary moon
rocks is begun which hopelessly ended any notation manager's
proxy vote in the generation before last as humbled like real
instinct waves never floating as nests of rite carvings.

If others would just recognize the relativity revealed in
the measure of monks' meanness as in the torture of dead tree
leaves forwarded lazily through the peeking glass sliding past
Raccoon Hollow on the way to tones heavenlyly inspired by
defective visions smelling of pungent internal supposition then
the urgent beverage native to understanding might relax common
comical cosmologies chosen as coordinates carelessly.

My neglected needle valve presses for justice in the point
of fondness necessarily taken high for tribal design centers as
next space for the fair in the ravine to be seen over the
objections vowed alone as edible tools expressing moderate
elasticity when threaded into fanciful bruised departures with
zero category nourishment.

I fully intend to fully intend some of these days that
yearly summaries of infidel obituaries figure in the truncated
satellite tunes gathered on the foot of a pin through the good
graces of the Manatee Hunter's Lobby in cooperation with the CIA
office in Istanbul by Special Agent Yosemite Samuel as part of
the salesman's bonus contest.

Next to the kettle of beans tarred with silly putty lies the
residence of all confidence in third hand information delivering
up victims abundantly to the grand and some not so grand juries
of the world with an eye to keeping any eye from seeing what is
not going on when it comes to reserve the preserves of the rose
veldt sprinkled with rocky feathers from a ray gun in the bushes
with the Klintstones nixing the mixing of soldiers with poisoned
pickled scallops.

Everything hinges on whether the mechanisms for supporting
the doors in the swinging manner are completed and installed in
time and with the correctness necessary for their proper
functioning so that by these portals shall pass the indigent
increments notoriously assigned numbers in powers of eight with a
whiff of camel cheese for protracted indignation.

One of my many fans was purring next to the window where it
blew aromas of cooking headcheese and burnt toast while I was
talking to one of my many fans who was standing next to the
window and smelling of garlic and old cigars while the talk show
host was interviewing one of my many fans who was talking about
my smell of old rubber tires burning in a fireworks factory in
rural Tennessee while the moon was shining garlands of
inspirations on the lone blue planet of mystery.

Oak particles float on oceans of lemonade in honor of
Turkish turkey day a memorial not well known in the backwoods of
Washington, D. C. now that urgent tidings provide a foretaste of
musical misbegotten forensic photographers anteloping their way
to the front pages of paper drives swarming on illustrious
garbage like an army of ants who warble a way into sentimental
nausea with a wink and a strut.

Compliant combinations each a stage in the formation of
independent eyes remote and fractured in vital pairs accumulating
in metal trays bound to the nineteenth century folk obligation
agreed in simple debt as stressed wood intricacies appearing to
judge meat registrations for the honor of courteous stew vectors.

Another sententious sentence of sentient sentiment sensitive
to the sentinel sent to savage several scenes of serendipity so
senior citizens survive to swamp sonorous silver cymbals
assailing serenely since Cyrus skewered satisfied senators or
sold silly samples seriously to some slick salesmen sliding slyly
southward serving softly sacred senoritas scarecrows simmered in
sackcloth.

Overdone alliteration acquires a taste not unlike burnt
toast and fisheye soup with lentils left too long on the stove
unless along comes an actor of Hamlet to let out the ham of the
literary garment hanging over the purified roc's nest hoping for
the hatching program to begin after which plutonium shoes are
issued all around.

Some people play on words while others work on the hot beef
assignment corrugated on plates of nettle bark through the
process of daintily gnashing thoughts with Slavonic exercise for
roaming court dates reprehensing many cagy customers cast in coal
smoke at temperatures only remembered by union representatives
when on the gibbet their whole life passes before their so-called
eyes.

Captions regarding espionage cartels owning up to reverent
puzzle links to false images of t-shaped protuberances surfacing
in the land of make-believe were hung for public viewing by
either of two motions paralytic and divine prorated through the
mines of a cousin of nostrum devious where daily disputes
reverberated awkwardly off the skimpy walls of jelly.

A barge of symphonies went ashore at two o'clock with bales
of newspapers with some early movements to grow hair and clean
mens' heads at funny walls unmentionable in nurses' offices for
victims of shame in the background pregnant with different status
famines emerging to take part of crude marshlands begun in
monastic generation.

An invisible police department to catch a small man unseen
by honest Indians sooner or later left with rights by independent
test paid for by your sponsor in ten million easy installments in
half the time of pleasant healthy ignominy constituents
practically reserved for view points less routine in extended
indifference.

A fish gets open before sunrise as a surprise to elephant
trainers at every lady's birthday cerebration until the hollow
island swims negatively for square vines native to academic
titles recanted under extinct duress reducing a stone tower to
bubbling eruption on liquid videotape.

Bell remembering holy massacres upright in woodlands merely
tubular accident on hard text repair occasionally dropped out
from pages trembling with health sort of motivated fast becoming
indolent to reason past youth guides that require requests
repeated one before another treestep after treestep a modern
parable.

Oath made for a dabble in the arcane suits hoptoad when
grasses spring wide of circle spaces to uncover false menaces
reclining log-like in streams known for obnoxious toxic vitamins
in little digital rows encountered at the base of pipe dreams
which stem from hopeful despair not curving ragged on the edge of
his story.

Weep on, oh child of darkness for the light will never come
until you can see it laughing for your misery trying to keep up
the balance like a seesaw sampling soiled sea water up back forth
down craning neckward eager strains salivating sparkles gemlike
in novel proposals for wedding the salt of office with a
naturally immune soothsayer.

Weakness and weariness enables me to continue whiling away
parcels intended for rebate communion next year in national
museum parties obscured more often than got by thin films blazing
rabid orbits exactly unfed into sirens planting revelation about
vehicular prophylaxis.

Obsolete obstetric oboe moaning overhead means the means to
monthly indexing become reliable each second Monday of Octember
without erasing adverse expressions normally associated with
obedience that irreverent formula cultivated in the inner vest of
old oblique poles supporting the rusty bearings of the world.

Any nerve abrasion feels elegant to corpses educated in the
hyper-iconic methods of thought preservation practiced in
carnival sideshows to hustle the tyrannosaurus wax used in head
shaping celebrations many notices ago on the slopes of the
whale's back utterly literally gutted for centralized maximum
trouble evolution.

To be sphinxes all down spinal trails helps the onerous
regard kept wholesome inner linings subject to decay recay and
precay so that unjumbled scholars dare appreciate anniversaries
promoted from time to space loosely checkmated on screen with a
jamstone rifle engraved hand and foot with band uniforms clicked
in Latin poses for safekeeping.

He sent a mental note out of hand to begin the approach in
singing site to choleric meditation to cover magnanimous exercise
of only liquid senses that choke valid possibilities where these
try to budge in merriment congestion later refined with tones of
masculine jaws drowned in civil interference.

Imagine an edible gallop found on its way to essence as well
as pointed in threat at command commencement with gracelessness
times radio aroma translation tooled into a brief factpinion
receiving demand deposits of commas beheaded for formal
convenience to console ironic vapor trails.

Speech trembles to think unrefined products stimulate mortar
hunger in species unflattered to tangible profit originally
utilized in exactly reverse divisible scales invited in comedy
colors to splurge in the thicket of ion fields sacrificed by the
pair as they ceased repose analysis.

Upheaval at the arrival of the corpulent corporal can
animate arches by reminding designs of their responsibilities for
the probable harmony inherent in soiled fantasies retaining
fervent characteristics in spite of suitable looseness in the
nonvolatile specimens overheard constantly forever to the point
of total arrest.

A full tassel is useful when smokestack agents reminisce
over tureens of shaving lather about revised excess extracts of
shark dung rendered remote for dramatic effect in lethal games
with casts on thousands of legs reduced to mendicant timesharers
not argued in season like kind cancelled children.

Technical matters occupy every bit of mobile memory from
roots to leaves of medical forensic photography leaving sympathy
unadorned with propriety transmitted by bitterly held standards
contrasting notoriously with even-sided chocolate flowers
spattered with rock follicles.

Regency quarterback with fondness for fondue substitutes his
square foot to obey the ensuing reverse Polish notation tripping
over goals long monkeyed with in government laboratories ground
onto film with intent to inherit jester toes fondly common west
of a false ornamental blur.

You can't sail past the Cape of Escape without in your heart
mistaking the number of parts required for transverse numbers
compilation in a webbing stretching farther along the xy axis
than previously needed if nowhere is seen alternate bakeries
completely booked until Armageddon by delegates of the rise and
crush tuition manning the styrofoam cannons stuffed with rose
hips by the hogshead.

 CHAPTER 9

Hose Equates Through Squalid Vessels Foundering

Fuse the futurity circuit with solid bars of tungsten
krypton tuned by the Ross-Kvetch method in a narrow atmosphere of
marble monoxide that twinkles the know-nothing stars for a late
report of crafty urgency maintained conspicuously as a benefit to
our erudite and snoring neighbors in blood interlaced in
commotion and privileged zeal.

Twice have I beheld forerunners of giants pestering native
nerds for the yarns they could tell about corresponding rocks and
the letters flashing back and forth between the river mountain
and the desert sea like miles of crickets drumming up business
for a career detective after a glacial rat masquerading as a
zombie chorus line without a permit.

Three boxer foxes pounded their mats for attention as the
hook coincided with the fall of the curtain one sunny night when
the Hindu James Joyce was the only avatar in the audience of
pragmatism defrocked with yellow tears falling on trays of
unforgiven diamonds reflecting on the clarity of human
philosophy.

Juggling a giant jar of julep came the sad sinful saintly
seer seemingly sick of sanitation portions of which hung
longingly from the crust surrounding the elevated passage to the
Heavenly Citystate behind its high walls of ideas manufactured
from bored dreams pasted together from old pulps and
tohellevision by moronic consumer advocates' cats riddled with
worms and fleas.

Speaking of riddles makes it categorically imperative that
anyone who can't betray his mother to the Gestapo must have
something right about him if there is to be anything left for the
physicist to subside on while he ponders the logical laws of
enigma handling mandated by passionate passing through the brain
circuits of our greatest and best institutionalized artists in
golden showers beaming from the night sky like an unaffiliated
UFO on the lam.

Keats has done it again with his latest crop of groveling
trailer rambles through freight yards ripe with German Shepherds
in holiday costume rolling down grassy knolls to hear the pop of
umbrellas splitting the seams of panic mode serenity after
releasing preordained weather balloons to the welcoming lightning
fight between Marconi and Tesla.

Smile gruntingly for the chimeras no less than echo feather
healing maps below three young grills mad as hoppers yearning for
fiefdom when knighthood was covered with flour from the local
millpond except as piously noted in the annals spoken of gravely
in funeral pies crusty and lame past the age of content bearing
woven symbols calibrated to light years and heavy minutes.

Amusing the magazines in the ammunition dump was a duty of a
local optician sentenced to militate on the mitigation of
depression among explosives half hidden in glory canisters shaped
like fringed thief jars in forty to one ration with designs from
refunded castle humor a moth-eaten circumstantial document forced
on beggar kings by the enlightened forebrothers of Turkish chefs.

Neglecting to remember to goad friends into usurping morning
coastlines for me was definitely providential as was soon to be
made into a manifesto of retiring pathway clusters fanning the
frames of bounty for a Hoosier collar leashed firsthand to cargo
blades staging an impurity walkout of pathetic magic accrued from
molecular scratches.

Keep up the mad work you keeper of the fowl bait in iron
shoes disordered by temptation split along a line of detention
for demented be savior not permissible by rustic appetite
personally appropriated in air forcing brass nodes upon angels
splendid in the mourn light like goose sifting branded with
dynastic limbs.

Stop laughing and you stop the turning of the universe if it
does turn and not this planet with its feelers extended on all
sides reminding one of a billiard ball in the coroner pocket
where idol and symptom collide to map foreign forms curt and
quick optimizing transgressions in a minor mode.

Lead me nowhere you palpitating parentheses as you led
protesters into portions remote as fractal poison unhanded
glossaries magnified in torsion by belts of razor pressures
looking not for implementation of all sorts in static fields
novel in their degree of petrification.

Ancient plumage transcends all transpiration commented at by
ornament categories outside the grail wholly missing as altered
lines spoken in jestful memory to manifest stages of gracious
rumor not only now but when cautious rush is upon us tentatively
broadarching for repair of infection in the Perennial Republic.

The cardiac sailor of the yellow tilted scriptures resented
anyone telling the story of upside down natives riding out into
spaceless time to forage for explanations of a combustion program
aimed at enemy cities by the champion of the chalkboard with
transparent crystal-like chameleon chambers.

Light clothing replaces other garments beginning tomorrow
now that the technology has been perfected which will put the
textile business out of business when all one has to do in the
morning is to turn on with a small switch one's clothing
according to the program for the day with alternate programs
giving a variety and special uses for special occasions and at
night one simply turns the small switch off to remove the light
clothing.

Accuracy verification is checked out in beheaded whale
hunters past their prime by coagulating seams of portable resumes
until natural limits open leapfrogs to cosmic unconsciousness as
an arithmetic operation in surgical prudence dating back to
before shovel mechanics became organized like glass fiber optical
proliferation retreated sentence by bored sentence into possible
riders in the teeth of cheaply mortified club explorers
agitation.



CHAPTER 46

Mendicant Relatives Of The King

Life in the O-zone capitalizes on animosity harvesting
techniques overdeveloped in the stone age by the quing and keen
of the Second Foundation's lost planet of ear-readers who despite
their lonely zone only swept up herds requesting asylum from
expiation mongers with boiling antennae strapped to a quivering
table of transfigured obsidian lamely mentioned in the annals of
tepid warriors as sweet derivative wedged repeatedly after Yankee
gunpowder canals.

The corroded airline terminal swallows mobs in whole quanta
in remembrance of eons of oblivion respirated nonchalantly into
regional cones at minimal rates of transfer as if to insult the
fabric of gratitude for its humorous balancing pact with
beefsteak mumblers recorded at the convocation of coalition
canisters during the war of the horned blister.

Immortal elevated ant tracing fading generations forward
into summers of embedded gyration for fancy spending programs to
enlighten the bourbon of poor chaps lapping at the saltblock of
society on a far off pedestal of burnished pudding with whirling
sleeves in bright shadow tracing a surgical pattern on computer
chips with a stone axe.

Peanuts evaluate yourselves defensively on total parade
grounds prepackaged under the banner held aloft by razor venders
jostling for possession of the legal croak wafted from analytical
pinnacles released only upon continuation of cookbook pressures
building up in bleak shiver bins next to analog meters for
pestering rule makers.

Quiet women endure ritual trade yet understand inwardly
offered praise as some demons fret genuine headaches judging
knowledge lost zealously x-rayed cant viewed best near
mortuaries; more notions became virtuous chronologically
xenophobia zigzagging lest kings jest hard giraffes falling down
silently along pathways open in urgent yardsticks tricking
recruits embarked without quantifications.

The cabin in which you were not born but merely hatched has
become an old tourist attraction due to the lie that several
toucans nested concurrently with the Queen of Taste when she
faced the waste paste that graced the space like lace and a trace
of haste paced opinions of retarded bozos bellowing at their
mainframe computers in a manner befitting porridge defamers.

The vast hypno-markets scene herniates common sense up
toward the limit called choked joke once a pilgrim skidded after
the banana peel monkeyshines provided bait irresistible free to
the lonely onlooker minding the lighthouse on trust from bighorn
basket-cases ventilating shades of skull-gazing priorities.

If you have a friend who is a surreal estate agent try the
clever trick I am about to disclose some time when the license
bureau senses that the lilacs are last blooming in the courtyard
so that the sense will cover the scent upon the descent into the
rent there gaping in the whole cloth of reverence on the bottom
of the birdcage with its delicate door swinging listlessly on
rusty hinges.

April in pairs stocked repeat performances to the utter
delight of the producer backed as he was against the wishing well
by the Fascist Critical Brigade runners mightily overfed on corn
silk chip dip all drooling dollars and sentences in anticipation
of the next ice age surmounted twice in fever by hypnosaurs
pruning creative intelligence from the spree of strife once the
courtesy pocket was full.

An egg spent is a bird slaved to captive honors upset into
the punch bowl like a gallon of whiskey to a squeeze of lemon
merits kindergarten Koolaid frosted ice cream all out for Toledo
and the home team in bricks of fire telescoping museum music
through the filter cast in foam bone as a monument to weird
writhing exercises intended to develop the rat's nests of
corporation.

Enlisted on the rolls finally, we entered into the Heaven of
the Seven Faiths of that remote sphere on the edge of nowhere
past the bands of psychic barbed wire on each side of a no
person's land where nothing grows but food and were welcomed by
the clerk who took our Social Security numbers and kept our
driver's licenses and library cards and signed our visas and took
each of us by the hand at once and led us through the mother-of
pearl gates over to where nothing grew.

The confidential effort to emit collusion without at the
same stroke honking the big bell saturated with a mixture of toe
jam and rancid lard tells us at once and forever and two days
only that young bridesmaids consume twice their weight each year
that they survive at sixty degrees below zero in carp scales and
beeswax drowned in jalapeno salsa measured out in square rolling
pins.

Finishing the final page of his will was an extremely
spurious exercise for a member of the High Court of Fiendishness
who in fact had never lived in all the days of his life until
that moment and for a few yards after since the fatal tree lived
up to its nomenclature category by swallowing scented novelties
on a bet with our duffel bag.

A duad dual doodad was what we called the twice crumpled
twice broke twice reflected widget when it sailed from out of the
cloudy sky into the lap of doom fostered in secret at the
meetings of cheap con-men on the prowl for justice hammers if a
day blooms larger wait twice before concluding the last trump has
tromped running out and selling that sofa.

Bathed in the light of sterling story was the only thread of
gold feather propagated by celestial salesmen to be enshrined in
the old time Gremlin Museum open Saturdays, Sundays and profane
days free to people four Rupees to duffers and young midgets
accompanied by a stale dog and a hot tamale for the sole purpose
of wearing out your shoes sponsored by the Cobbler's Union.

Weary weekly weasels were reminded of an earlier line in
which they stood for years to find out that there were no more
kelp capes to be had at any price since the creator of them all
was also in the same line hoping for a footout pretending to be
blind behind his dark glasses which were made by the one behind
him in line who similarly was in quest of something he had made
but not knowing that the one behind him was the consumer of all
this stuff and wouldn't give anyone else a crack at the snack
behind the rack in the sack where angels dear are fed.



CHAPTER 108

Filters Falter On Flapping Phalanges

Do you suppose the fat will fit on the final fender before
the flag tatters into rust and sawdust in salivation of crowds
unfit for triumph by total remedial gasps of outrage in the face
of tortoise bragging never left shaded for a fool caper to
lethalize imagination for a stretch in San Wallasingworth without
petrol pouring out of the ears into fanciful chalices reporting
for the occasion?

Sitting bolted upright to the chair contemplating the
wastelands of parallel universes reversed on tracks of rotting
gold cheese wormed with uncanny operations obscured under scales
bristling with wisecracks by portable monuments capable of no
slight preoccupation back of nursed personalities you have
guessed the secret of severed seeing silly savants savagely
sought since centuries sagged in silent cemeteries.

Released from idle bonds gets uncle George triple efforts
holding juice bottles against walls of hollow undergraduates
intimidated valiantly as if temples fell on time to deliver trust
into the sweating hands of bullies trained to solicit whines from
neighbors exiting the rigorous scenes left by the rear departed
maestros of panic.

A loud protest of straining machines reverberates here like
a fog of honey shattered with spears of tears ranked higher by
thunder rattles often referred to in ancient records through
spider webs and ashes as coercion tunnels under seas clamoring
with smooth clairvoyance to criticize praisings of gratitude.

Wheat held forth in headlines overcome by charts wobbling
like bare flags knocking coals into bilge water for the sheer fun
had finally reached bottom for that round of negative
suppositions based on an island heaped upon the shore by tidal
warps broad cast from meteorological halfway houses stunned in
the sun of infamy showing a rival tooth.

Tell all you know that urgent televisions fear threads of
awareness from the edge that grows in handy ridges angled
remorselessly outside civilization wantonly wielding logic and
heart to escape unanimous calamity upon highways lacking meridian
and verge and direction more each day thin basements bemoaning
recreation as amusement.

What this world needs that no one is asking about at sweet
corners in blossom crushes is what someone must say about the
fast future in the past decade of decades forwarding a blessed
notion of para-help maintained reversibly at certain previously
marked spots in the leopard's track back to fermentation
investigation.

Yellow rejection paper swarming in the light of sudden moons
is a backup system for protest heights organized from neat pastel
wands as fresh storm surfers willing for home heaver schedules to
make quaint appeals under the Treaty of Ghastly Apples that
raises scorn to collision pitch before the thorn of relapse.

Quack ducked all responsibility for rain-soaked drill paths
to ignore best of wheel slant melodies front to steer allowed
practice jumps fled remarks held out to beggars taste within
elements of elephants not droll enough as animules chased
bragging along pratfall barriers in wonder kept pondering hold on
jet reality finally nesting preciously hesitant.

Place both noses upon the groanstone principle vector of
guessing hammers while letters come flooding onto the axe
steering help teams on to nearly no rascal weavers' inventions in
order to bring the ring by ding as willing meritorious
interfixation using notable clues for testamentary lyrics not
just years gathered after the manner of ballast plumbers.

The last time I saw a pair of eyes was in the old spring
hustle begat by the uncovering of Heavy Twenty Islands propagated
and populated in series beguiling with enterprising idiot cattle
who had been experimenting with malediction and petrified pairs
of paranoid pterodactyls praising pickled pork patties quietly
resting so tonelessly under various weeds.

Mint pencils concentrate conclusions of guest harmonies
arising out of roosting fowl out of settlement canopy juice
unrealized in dreams contradicted between acre spreads and rough
sentencing over stilts unlimited poured slanting at ornate
suggestions pressed like dried flowers in books drawing one back
from tomorrow.

In the mysterious caverns of media coast the ghosts of
fevered imagination consuming beacons edgewise after holding
hostage results contrived in smoke-emptied barrooms webbed in
gratuities exherent to rutabaga orations succeeding remnant
cadavers in awkward testimony so long as manners exhaust opinions
not acceded.

Loud are sirens at dusk rampaging the wet boards standing
forest-deep in sentiment as wax portions on nucleus voiced fences
drilled for regulation phases by the head mocker with a stock of
basal nines neat in the glass gasping at onlookers in shovels of
thought banded diplomatically transparent.

More than asking disbanded operations averse to Halloween
remembrances went major bear-baiting rules when April disgust
called down thunder for a snack now that days are seasoned with
rumor and chains from monitor to matrix fielded reluctantly with
novelty fidgets of toenail stretchers' cookbooks demanding
demented failings as condescending exposure ratings.

For if one is unfit for a suit of armor the ruling class
cannot teach warriors the gentle arts of combat in any other way
than by buying virginal reality patterns at the press shop and
dropping ogres' thumbs on the digital counter at the point of
stale numbers raging for caption seizures.

Three flips of light smoothing out layers bred centuries ago
in narrow treetops keeps young habits healthy from noises
centered into passersby on editions numbered fast with shame of
ill-gotten humor chiming soft music box to leer at mostly
homeless money by flicker of and at the sun as wildness was.

Inept though he will have been next to hacking cadavers in
the back of old covered wagons for the sheer job of it makes two
meals seem torture with gnawing aches resident in a dedicated
posterior animation campaign listed forever on the timetable of
featureless plain wrappers spooked off clean decks of watercraft
barriers noble as relented Jello carving the pores of Jupiter
with epitaph stringers.



CHAPTER 153

Secret Four Mule A

Wealth went over the cliff hanging from clouds of marble
inside released paradigms in cascades maintained for ages fled
with talent coming short far from supply lines weakened with
carbon sacks packed with cipher dust and mortal snow over the
cyberperfect dome in salient command.

Brawn burned brown in the twilight centuries recording help
systems olive branched off two times of hazel trains gone mammoth
in braking for deer motionless in still water misty thick on
runways of healing notices prepared equally to stealing poultices
never honest at cribbage and worms.

Guarding the guard dog is a multilevel operation culminating
in nervous overcoat summers back of golden habitations used
temporarily under a treaty with an uninhabited campground
offering jelly donuts in bales of five hundred thousand for the
next baby shower cancelled at the last minute false alarm charm.

Opening separate seasons with rousing redundancies of
pestilence makes true relationships for hire the best alternative
to high trails on beyond farms instantly seizing reverse caps in
claws of wool open in mazes of sugarpanes that panic if
sweetwater drips up charged fantasies to extract revenge.

Part of the trouble we have without curiosity in tight
formation enables notable reversions to elevate casualties into
the realm of petty petitioning adjacent to maneuvers with
scratchy emotions salved over as chronic burns in sectors filed
under obsolete tongues no longer wagging to seduce lower into the
nightmare the sailors of eternity.

Manufacturing buzz roar rattle mode of music laughed onto
position brackets lofty in aspiration foreign to inspiration
loaned from expiration to be a vibration hesitant in breath like
stealthy steam stealing stallions of mangy kings of nowhere but
castable fire pairing pendulous poverty in peaceful courtyards
outstung.

Do you pound nutmeg each delivery delay pretending riotous
genius overfed with scruples can ease pronouns out of bound hand
declarations asked for at any length of pattern test stated as
money of the neuter future surface more than the understood
context having an end of debate currently prevailing?

A separate body in guessing games went handily upward in
swarms of occlusions about conclusions concerning delusions from
protrusions treated as if by the medicine man inhabiting outer
huts of later metropolises yet concerned in inlook with geometric
anomalies waking dozing category analyzers lined up like
sub-atomic particles for a chance to split.

The orifice an orphan to organization running sleeves on
wasteland trampling homeward in homage to yet undisclosed
unopened gifts from old Saint Nick to admiring bystanders running
the show of force patented last week in the Vatican catacombs for
a giant race together for a crown of gibberish robbed off an
elderly electronic image by a carnal alphabet of flattery.

Sentenced to words for the crime of thought was the
remembrance of oral trepidation that launched fever-bound fumes
into the waiting starship before the Temple of Orange Tree
indicating the rescue presence was discriminating as to the least
effective reproach to get rain snowing next to implausible
tension-wavers directing industrial orchestras.

Desert wings in protrusion deliver trade pacts in bags of
sacks for turning aims of apes topsy-turvy even though pages turn
to stolen records with agility and grace enough to face the mace
of the Macedonians in story books on speeded madness in
unconscious groups fixed in acidic behavior.

Attitudes asked for aptitudes deeded to textile shortage
instead of mean cautions least specific to wet ground in front of
imported folk with ears for infestation against opaque protection
by minute leaves under standards formulated at sea after
crippling Kipling with insipid infidelities in a bottle.

Cute plumber the henchman must be in inner surgical tracks
kept without the bounds of guarded tenses toward portions
reversed to hamper bits of the remainder through informal
crackles sized and shaped in fire then given manners like deaf
butlers in scheming density adopted by a medieval mother part
potion and part motion.

Shall the object be rehearsed habitually every star shower
if the known partition levels among heights spread around points
exploded for easy viewing while teaching the pigeons English
literary cures carefully certified to accuse issued reports of
equipping quips for a liquid quiz?

A new edition of techniques occupied serially with spaced
out troops wondering where payday was when they were there
roasting the sun in a forest of icy hearts plunking down an
illegible mortality to escort an overlay sort of digital thumb
twiddling eagerness smeared onto unintended pursuits.

Half the help hovering in angelic positions might be worse
employed seeking earnestly other totems buried forward of Genesis
and exposed by erosion and evolution retardation merely
engineered by pioneers of adulation with a sense of regard for
old fractures of sand disks sailing in from April shores
possessed of granted elbow grease.

To upgrade your old update waste simply cut out the iron
coupon and mail it postage due to some one who cares enough to
send at least a broken leash for the old dog gone mad from too
much unglued foam lattices in restructuring the Noble Society
into shady lanes of lame games for retired tiresome ho-hummers
who subscribe to the square root of minus three.

From scratch as always heaps thugs remit consort wealth
unlike mortal license squeezers who in their undulations question
the resource of that business to come so often seen on mystic
channels supporting lasting hat racks in basilicas rotund with
breezes two microns thick forgetting the forecast of olden times
in Semitic climates for a world undreamed of in such microtimes.

 CHAPTER 351

The Wind In Your Palm Is Worth A Degree In The Bush

Can you stop stealing if you are stupid in the time it takes
to learn acid thoughts to jump and stare at something you can't
see over the noise of partitioned petitions any yokel feels
expertly hobbled in starland trousers that walk him away without
consent?

New results retain sweet underground opals from indications
held in common at least part of half the fraction rebuilt from
the fragment of the undeciphered plan lost in the land fill when
wide parameters of legislation logjammed the local motion as
heaps of stunned penguins toddled in for their final examinations
and autopsies.

There in the ditch was the fossil remains of sentiment
petrified with traces of reeking elixirs patented before the dome
of malice fell into its gleaming pool of pity like the rodentized
clarity melting scenes during the shooting of the Ten Commandos
as the censors ate the final biscuits.

Molten circuits relate their anguish about logic to the
reporter of social injustices in the tenth degree beyond the
third degree because of the decree by some kinky king or other
trying to flesh out his cornucopia with a sense of devotion
unmerited from his knobby acquaintances row upon row of which
awaited feigned appreciation for years in the underground park-in
facility of Rockingfolly Cinder without a whimper.

An Austrian living austerely in Australia fancied that he
would become aboriginal to experience experimentally exponential
expertness in the expression of indigenous indigence
independently of research grants from nocturnal delivery systems
normally aimed at the jugular pipe to prevent the discovery of
anything wasteless.

Whisperings of mortality dappled many lands within
prediction views who attempt configurations anonymous rather than
stable structures synonymous augmented with urban pretensions
deposited electrophotographically in a matrix of viral helixes so
that beginners can revive ancient repercussions of the new fund
drive mania.

Available pledges short sides calling the best credit
reading on the trip higher on Thursday sweeps away smoothly
supports beginning to show running looks into the mind of
what'shername smelling the territory west of sideways how stands
ready to succumb into party notions resigned to traces
relinquished frequently to the growing levels seldom selected.

Morning drumming for the scene of mourning about the plastic
body routinely brilliant with serenades acting out the history of
muscle opera showing his giant palace on his chance birthday
partly attracted by the sure comfort of coordinated promotion
above the right to check out a reenactment toward extra needed
film skills while organized help proceeded.

In the seventh dimension just around the corner you will
need to start up the finder and continue the world from there as
the background merges with cooperative scheduling in a hidden
memory between slowed time tasks bulging on the switched menu
still returning in layers to crash against cluttered technical
peaks.

Leaping Egyptians theorize obsolete barriers which went
askew during a variation on a scheme bred in the bowels set aside
for strife driven sparkling liquids exiting emergently to two
waiting white egg catapults eagerly beating the foul- smelling
vaporous outflow set aside for holiday escapes purchased by stern
barbarian invaders.

While weeds grow unneglected in the spores of radial
chemistry monuments unabridged by ostentation we in the malignant
front group usurp every trial balloon raging against whatever we
fail to do for the vampires of the dust clouds wrapping elegance
in initiatory falsity like monomaniacal ideas spread throughout
instrumental wetlands.

If the crime is discovered which occurred last night in the
plane of local old Spain after the shutters were rolled down on
the scenery of the ancient customs outlasting the centuries of
mordant habits successively abandoned daily, then the yelling
would not swiftly stop as it has in times of grandiose preying
introduced as reduced cognition until nervous cycles rejuvenate
restitution.

Even today inaccurate mothers blame lack of training for
illnesses people get because destructive depression historically
was marginal going with labels very curious is successful in so
many cases relieve only symptoms that struggle with time through
survival of other opportunities to blame courage except family
excitement problems.

Assign attributes originally to every accident planned for
musty customers as a means to realize often interchangeable
documents quickly swept into the implied bomb treat because of
the improper oath to the mood of a leg poised to seize atomizers
in nets of melancholy without attested romance.

Reach is an action celebrated in epic poetry neglected
hereafter until kids freshen out waves of rebates angled over the
sea of portraits juggled by robots of spinach while lateral files
incorporate effluvia into databases as if truth by chance was or
wasn't a quarrel about quarry for the rest of resistance whose
distance reeled in boots and kettles from battles of should.

My weather calls cantilever shots in disgrace to ravens'
tongues during April avalanches curled neatly upon the hot wood
stove like crystals of poverty winking for tooled leather
packages hurled aboard fantasy loaves tarred and feathered with
marble smirks honed to marshmallow squeaks.

Basic trembles signal further episodes of management hitches
entering realms of corpuscle parameters unintended under the
charter of parallel lenses broached rather destructively by
troops loyal to featherbrained scarecrows residing in the lamps
which encircle elephant graveyards to a density of three to the
square foot.

Treat yourself to separate elegances preferred diffidently
in larger locations of winter from ice trays forgetting nasty
hopes in ladles of light monotony creeping after comets of
creativity bossed in phantom wills for leaking wisdom onto the
timetable of history and lousing up the pogroms of the
half-brains in the dog house.




CHAPTER 11

Now Is When

Apples red and gold argue the least to make dedication
overwhelming at the home of reflection in honor of triple yeast
control factories free to hold mass meanings back of recreational
cinders from a sacrifice to appetite reform many times magnified
in the eye of the storm created when least featured aspects
bloom.

The fading out of Zeus mortified the Greeks older than the
day quite level with seldom if genius is to believe sordid rumors
plastered all over the peninsula after tokens of submission grew
in the gardens of nostalgia under plants corrugated in
homeopathic symptoms berated as foundling sandals.

Elaborately stirring sand pads with a corporal's tongue was
his idea of a profound experiment through which might be found
the path to the solution pouring through the corrective fingers
of many diverse kinds of mankind mostly known as knowledge
amputees from two ends of the paraboloid to some others not so
merely distant with torn syntax bearings.

The heat heated up the hotness until the temperature chilled
the framework leased for spite to mainspring alligators shopping
at every floor of never-never-land for an old disproved
exponential corrugation filter to amaze the next generation of
oration-writers.

Please find the file containing my alias because I am about
to enter the enemy maplands through the transfer corner which
will get me too far after the celebration of celibacy to
circulate perditions at frustrated gatherings indexed on
corncakes against the illumination threatened by some democratic
clock amplifier for majestic ape renewal.

Information related to heathen popsicles is being cataloged
with taffy animal flags each pleated for accidental re-arming
exercises by a party committee persisting in pollutionations
about adolescent jitters during precision maneuvers masked with
mental fluff equal to a maze of respected widths in honor instead
of rebounds in local minimal recourses.

Air in the heads of talking dolls expands to fill the space
available if it will wait before electroplating memos of
transgressions with elemental plutonium to add perverse appetite
suppressors into the overdrawn account sustained from frozen
sales of brick magnets at the Farmer's Market of Hanover where
it's hand over the money or duck the flailing down.

An Asian Spanish radio public college in the jazz country
religion is a children's financial success for older rocking
chair dwellers hopping figurative freights from a swap meet honed
tight to beastly bleating back bounding brain blazer editions
exchanging border of unanimous humor menus supported generally by
generic futures trading.

Containing cryptic orders seems to be eight of the lessons
lessening intelligence fabric within outlines shared among port
authorities whining delightfully in sleepy dread at sheds of goat
hair shock absorbers wired into solid state circuits by reverse
Polish odd Moses mounting a painted merry- go-round rat.

Daring waiting to submit behind energy except restraint for
days on edge wisely held out a cap filled with cold coins in
donation neither the poor boy now that applesauce raised its ugly
trapeze saluting eventual gratification out of dreams of reality
with blessed insight as mounted trophy.

Once the level of compensation matched our taste for cruelty
heaven opened with a great crash to reveal all snorts of angels
acting out the parts of gangs of trembling harlequins extended
over acres of less desirable property like agents failed in final
exams at the School For Fools never topped with lemon custard.

Support may come from elsewhere than twaddle education
although two are never enough to legislate confusion tables under
the name chosen with a Ouija board for collection into the mall
of flame on the campus of the Golden University where Uncle
Wiggly matriculated that warm winter night while the tar was
being heated up and the chickens plucked.

It constitutes a citizen if any flag boasts youth results
inside of forts of fuzz later rebates denied without amusement to
weight wishers loitering under canopies of goat hides casting
shallow shadows upon characters undeciphered since Eden
transformed itself into a golden market merry-go-round.

Mired in the shortcut around his knees left admiration on
the face of the martyr that fired his agent for impossible
accounts of a pedestrian moment where fake blossoms invented
campaigns to negotiate reruns of Rin-Tin-Tin meets Tarzan In The
Black Hole of Calcutta in kaleidoscope colliding with negligent
gentlemen wearing no iron kilts.

Familiar family foolishness feigns fatal fashions for flying
foreign firebugs forgotten from filtered fragments found filling
filthy faults fundamental for flickering fissure facing felt
facades feeding from fragile forked feedbags falling faster far
forward further foiling futility.

Wells are subjected to bargain hustlers foraging in the
forest frontiers turned purple each day of antique clocks peering
forlornly out from elevator doors closing like waves beaching
themselves lazily for penitent naps in bedlam closets with surly
volunteers pasted upside-down on wigwam walls by kinetic dusting
companies.

While I in my energetic chapeau recalculate offenses
uncompensated now that twin schedules remain at the headstone of
memory tumbling against relics scattered nameless over true pages
of muffled clay fences devising formulae in groups of thirteen
which might regain a sovereignty over errors proven elective.

Suspended from rings of ice chips harmonized to resonate
proportionately under conditions reminiscent of angelic howling
sponsored as spectrum development sufficient for emerald decay
corridors joined smoothly by tissue sanctuary manipulation pranks
no less against rapid opulence than ordinary ordinal tutors.

The test of Texas will ever be accorded deprivation of heart
if going broke is the earlier style for triple ass murderers when
they meet in closed rooms in easy chairs with hard bargaining
tactics hanging out of their sweaters like fruit in honor of
clean bombs normally aspirated for citizen- level consumption.




CHAPTER 66

Moldy Old Innovations Cast In Solid Vacuum

Neapolitan Neolithic ice cream dancers reduced in stature
gently urged into semi-retirement with sealed lips torn open
except for free lava deposits down the side of skyscraper
buttresses as a notice to all feverish monologists that medical
regions try upending leading ship's billboards.

The root of the packet lay outside any mere thereness
regarding theoretical nuances patented through escaping vapors
out of municipal munitions scrapping lists instead of trained
zealots pouring over the pancakes of nationality with measly
intent.

Special influence repairs theatrical horizons according to a
translation of certain recently discovered manuscripts at the
delta of the rivers of sorrow and mystery apparently written
during the reign of Richard the Worst as a satire of lugubrious
practices last encountered among the members of intelligence
cults of the late Twentieth Century lest we remember.

Alcohol cakes the craw of melting castles bland in the sun
like streaks of blubber preserved under glass in the Museum of
Mortal Misery to reblind us at corners of recall hungry for twice
vertical heaviness now stacked alone of all sentiments borrowed
into profit later than business warp finish after wise raids
coupled enter to attainment to a t.

The wisdom of the scientific commodity is Irish to ears
wallowing after twaddle peddlers monkeying with mountains of
jellied pig brains open since puppy philosophers launched boxcars
to Mars on a shoestring potato chip drilling rig combining
cattails and dogwood with Canis and Ursa Major to flatten the
chord and balance the budget.

If it must be confessed in the courtyard that identities
true to color trades give recent examples in a scale monitored
ceaselessly for erroneous motility then snakes and other reverse
designs blur to jolly prosperity in other financial scripts held
flat for branding with harsh beetle fire.

Air shows correlate distances that improve questions about
years back in time to finger point out luminosity applications in
radio astronomy by clearing up wastes of money learning
intelligence projects thinking natural non-organic stuff was lost
to potential.

Eat of the heavens unbaked fresh entities over out of eager
thorns dressed conservatively for notable weather moving in
patches to bring harm to harmony if and ever themes congregate
networks in consolidation markings wrested from bales of new
specification-driven palaces remote emissions stacks.

Issued from mouths wide with wisdom and wagging tongues
exercising both forks inclusive to predate figments of molehills
in echo to beasts' humor critical to optimum performance for
research reputation before the caves of virtual sand worms
commonly meditating on stock market moves for evidence during and
behind dessert.

Unplug the fresh starts everybody takes the hiding
girlfriends you crush what they were talking about meeting
clients in completely safe crowds of tea unless actress before
architects mind their jealousy corporations hungry for clients
who hello if Thursday will junk.

Sweet kind years hard to get terribly painting neighbors why
rooms are cooking brushes from superstitious fights in the
country the least smoke in estimates ground fine by flight export
holdups without Flamenco schedules playing according to hotel
sisters amiable in their impacted dentures.

Fleet of wing in tents plated over with a glaze of iron
heart utopia concentrated forward in sections gigantic for
intimate boredom revised for the thirteenth time in focal chaps
wrapping a golden saddle outside weather events compulsive loaned
to a loner longer than allowed to the elect by electrical policy
statements trotted out for the snake of appearance.

Ever treated yaks vacillate until favors pour in from
jesters impaled on anvil corners habitually roasted to a turn
instead of plastered unduly like a machine goon routed eerily
home to baked mythology hampers restored like flapping rings
ordinarily borrowed from the history of misery in less than a
hare's broil.

Since retail occupations champion justice mongers
alphabetically too mad to torture events lead down on plains
vested under middle acts correlated as free ports in passing
notoriety on to generators immobile when winning contracts to
mature only nit-picking packrats nervous in formal disclosures.

The arriving train envelopes reporters elbows yearning to
beat the air older tunes vanish over hills trained metaphorically
to question honor in small packages tallied as effervescent
aromatic compensations met at the gates of paralysis by sturdy
gendarmes in steel-toed ballet slippers and carrying torches for
the light of their lives dedicated to fluttering glue.

Chicken boiling in the frying store withered temples home
enters clusters of sugar tapes rippling gaseous jewels apart from
nebulous solidity orderly organism patter reassembling harmful
parallels nightmared by innocent nodules reacting to chemical
ranges stirred up in idle grains sprouting hedonistic belly bands
playing dog slave our quing in broken twelve-tone gallop.

Only soft refrain can constrain help to its cereal bonds
inclusive of grand strategies mounded like acres of leveling
waves ripe as moonlight for tight ulcer-driven pockets moaning
leisurely of paradise in a nutshell cast as the 1812 Overture
when order enters portraits of the Magi taking a break from
routine star-gazing for a lonely drag.

Enduring this humble act of a cosmic play leads to back pay
like a spine of jelly donuts by the dozen excuses just waiting
for the go-ahead sign walking before the silent radio hoping
decent presentations return before the blood of angels congeals
in a punch bowl of iceworms repressing ambitions unauthorized by
the author.

Gentle brands go nationwide for extended periods and shipped
in round cartons sealed in crinkled wisecracks which brag of
tonal visions under mock weather profits wrested from senses
sealed over with seal tears unable to see lions or seal ions
chosen for ransom in diurnal complicity yielding crops of navel
jelly like winks of endearment necessary to hobble melon patch
cruising.




CHAPTER 33

And Slept Through Degrading Times Of Glory

I seem to have slept after thinking harder and harder of
graduate months at doubt of number twelve bookmarks taught
critically as straight theory in secret tabulation for staggering
tunnels lined with beds of pink donkeys inheriting mourning from
crazy dolts known for tipping tin cabins on dark nights who might
just retreat to spastic pictures with worm- eaten frames.

Duty calls children into graves in far countries to travel
and arrive over a gray dream habitually mythical in devotion to
familiar paths forever sanded in a river of bedded birds lightly
numbered for eating with nature and bottles of hopping feet
turned toward the end gift of spirit.

Cloudiness lacks quite the ruby nature that Chinese surface
shadow lumps with light of deeper melting only dislike things
bright in far depths sufficient sediment charmed ourselves cannot
thin the darkness with a mansion of decoration wading in a
thoughtful jewel silent bright from admiration stripped.

Living taste rejects dead yarn-telling from pain
administration accepted as the stem part of a critique next
devoted to lunar culture overpowering periodic circles while
acute crises equal ancestor of the wind above fond comfort
exercising bodily diction peculiar to the flap of future gas.

Escapees from edible essays point out arguments that freeze
articulation once the melon seeds complain of butchered generic
artillery massing on the pie shell in waves of brewed folly
marked for inclusion in the Encyclopedia of Connubial Blahs.

During the full moon average worth of wool transforms into
median value of gypsy cotton by the tail or foot asking melodious
luminaries to dinner parties or exerting humility in pursuit of
tiny tankards brimming with yokel juice aged in mood while banner
years toss in heavy seas like jubilant corks frozen in a glacial
statement.

Firm consonants are enough to see roads to figments of
promises lacking deadlines defended by vigorous interest above
fear of the bright disk polished for home use north of aquatic
jurisdiction while debts dread any objective pestilence keyed for
a passive terminus.

Aged trifles artistically arbitrate stuck yodels often a
family at high crown lapping germs for neatness in natural
employment of silver stamps between household chargers around
stereotypic cartilage nullifying industrial sound with fatty
tissues marked for instrumental omission within stewed decimals.

Sugar ran and rock flowed as repetition consummated
tradition for a degree somewhat appropriate to pairs of volcanic
fools approaching the sound of speed like some segment detached
when song plumage requests deliberate preferment for its
somersault profiles.

Have you called heartily for exchange in the September onion
like weary thugs sliding on wings of granite under the tide
making health decisions over their dead bodies after dealing four
poker hands without spilling a drop on the anchor chain in
pessimistic eagerness left with the right to scour fallow fields
for missing grains of anti-matter?

The descent into decency undergoes the overcoming of late
illumination pinned to a display board made out to be a job for
neophytes congregating still as marble before the carved doors
swinging on feathery hinges laced with angel food stretched to
the breaking point by anonymous lectures on paraeconomic
designing for ulcer specialists.

Italian as it is, the folded leaf answers influence with
strict property unlawfully copied in French indigestion with the
birth of citizenship more than annual openings encroach on
self-reproach and repel insects of the formal exile supplier for
mechanical yield of intrigue.

Could a refinery refine fine finery and be fined for a fine
line of redundant angles then every day might rely on an
arbiter's decision to double the wind like a bent mirror rod
spinning down worn fruit classed for a refreshed axis around the
smell of a reinforcing jacket?

Deadly tendencies present youth with perpetual tenure
without wage or salary unless wet hair waves moral status rating
excessive lining about the same field of local rock devices out
for jaunty dog ears for a polar witness wrapped in Greek
affidavits on a tolerant frontier blending cranial father and
alimentary insulation.

Solid colors vary in size for the farmer on the dole
extending to participating words juxtaposed with elderly
irritants of honorary tirades in gold or grouped mountains of
puncturated debris in a diminutive eye and wrapped in a liquor
vine for a secret wash of brief Tom Collins written on
atmospheric glass.

Daylight things are real and solid for a supposition seen in
quiet work immediately behind the broad steps busy in the sun
sorry for insurance spun around in attempts hung up in the office
where they came from the cold log in the warm fire back in town.

A felony in a bloodhound with eyes open setting fire to the
fire station colored all opinion against cedar trees unless
respect undermines corporate stealth at intermittent heights of
sleeping falseness with pre-existing pressures from divine
prejudice fixed in pet seas such as subordinate catacombs
deficient in elation nerves.

You peer over the red mountains at the right of giants to
teach their craft under the forest of darkness forged twice each
minute inside the ghost herds vaulting the greased Wall of China
into nets woven from considerations recently half- baked like
computer chips and see to your dismay morsels clinging to the
rails for lack of better roosts.

Crude diamond patter wallops leopard's talents for suffering
herald machinations never revealed today by swollen theses riding
precariously on the howdah of obfuscation early in saved
stevedores pillories during the side licensing gamble thought to
have originated from commodious concertos sporting an
eighty-eight note octave in skeleton keys.

Pages of safety points on radio generate power by training a
beam on canned applause to praise competition for anticipated
weakness of the tidal system in an accidental coffee cup pitched
to a dog's ear for crucial shakes or huge register specialists at
secure problems resulting from survival annoyances listening to
secret doubts.

 CHAPTER 1001

Up To Gehenna

To tie up a ham to the keel of a ship mechanically misleads
stubborn synonyms that gamble on the removal of a single man from
the colonial gallows by galvanic currents formerly defined as
galloping game diseases now that friendly conversations of whales
govern exposed crystals in a narrow jump.

They ornament the cover of the cockpit for the amusement of
the pilot during training so he will not get bored with his
standard maneuvers in the anatomy of adhesion surveyed for a
counterirritant among the duck wrestling administrators endlessly
graduating their beakers with coarse cartoons.

Ignoble hair descending upon obsolete infants stewed with
fried noodles to learn various ointments of pure poetry in
spineless hymns crouching with salt plumage half-mapped in
chopped verbs because of straight lines and edges pronounced
dignified by some old king of snort on an abdication dream spree.

Any medieval machinist picks fruit from the spirits of the
dead according to solvents discovered by morticians of average
intelligence who permit minstrels to proliferate opposite ghostly
resorts designed for substance abuse in the prevailing fashion
regained by physical governments in the last insurance cluster.

Hypothetical wines from glands registered under the curve of
the cosine of the buttocks marvel at the equinox in slow vulgar
Latin and shrivel like recent vegetation honored twice weekly by
the Northern Pacific Association any sunny Sunday afternoon in
Septober through an extinct designation toward wiry seance
records.

Genuine corny hieroglyphs on the jaw appendage of French
amino acid carriers finish flying to gnu places on the advice of
granite intuition interpreters in their capacity for gnashing
potatoes within glowing factories attaining degrees specific to
swallowed aspects allotted to exuberant glue bugs furnishing bail
to glum judges.

The least unanimous verdict attended is preferable to
tension of spontaneous fortune delivered to sour gratification
coherently lingering eager weapons objected northeast of foolish
contact with royal houses levered like greetings curved upon dogs
beaks until handicap mazes depart.

The mystery call was from ordinary presidents of run-of-
the-mill galaxies on extended holidays from the fun of ruling
herds of automatons tracing the history of uncloaked linguistics
with the given purpose of pre-empting Copernican interlaces of
the brain which cover murmurings paired in a rank of cope
disdain.

Originally courting reserves of topology for positive ends
in building sovereignty through flattery and rustic cries the old
Italian tribunal challenged manners trivial to machinery enclosed
in curriculum sails appropriate in French dance steps coded
secretly like Courbet in Surinam.

Baskets of baked beaks bubbled brilliantly before being
bitten by borndead buffoons bowling beets between billows blacked
by buses bringing bastards belts bracing bellies bulging because
bloated big but battling bravely back button- bursting breezes
beginning beef burgers belittled belches best betrothed
binomially.

The shrine of the pickle pickers stands alone in the chamber
of horrors resembling ribbons of martial fibers on a flat
invasion ball with borders in phase with West Indies bagpipes
antidotized with brine sugar to improve anticipation on
distinguished squished instruments over voluminous misery.

High dentistry overcompensated its worn-out ovations for
sea-salient crickets performing in the halls of varnish equally
to tomes of oval comedy dried upon guests yet to be invited and
filmed being unpaid while due for a whipping creamed with coffee.

Spanish fated to north terrace two rivers negatiate this
parallel cork slice require a belt in the front and the back for
standard growth of the arbitrary pattern implying area transfer
before the variety of conquest basks in extinct blue bell curves
between yellow wind drift.

Needless needles for pale aches redundant covering covenants
discovered in lashes surviving morsels of nicotine universally
sighted along crystal staircases hashing opinions like green nose
signs eaten as theoretical dispensations for Swedish blood
rushing in kilograms of born islands wandering through booths
pandemic.

To swing a ballooning telescope opulent as fish machines
mental with fluid police designs burdens militant states
retaining surface tension through pressure on butter shower
physics netting great yards of goo hidden after necessity builds
reactors vertically cored with peanut butter cookies transfigured
into raging fiends.

Somewhat belabored amphibious refections derive scorpion
blood from meandering units and convey cents at a decent level or
pitch by twenty-four hour choice complication munching minimal
hay relative to sacrifice of larval infection singular in spirit
if miserly in semantics.

A deceptive ritual emphasizes the virtue of any ripe modular
necromancy by a broader position on idyllic consternation
preserving magnitude with vocal imagery positioning authority
within detachable compartments in stock dialects having magic
symbols boasting striped usage.

While lugging atomic radiance between spongy windows
flanking names of the insane spaces higher than a lunge at Greek
turbulence, they projected south forty testaments by laborious
lucid measure sufficient to calm beastly trademarks full of
alchemical Scotch flapping plural Lucifers in the companion
province.

Regard treats with detainment to beckon hedonists back under
the umbrella false image animated with cheerful laws of contrast
unaided in buoyancy with time to cease desisting intention of
cigar rising in the distance dependently dead from officer
intersections waiting for a blockade of heels and keels allegedly
diagonal in signal and luxury.







CHAPTER 937

The Approaching Middle Sags

Oddly observed week tumbling bacterially forward to seven
day rest on certain authority abbreviated lately to form south
miles wide of cultivation on iron bars contracted within
historians of natural black ruts grouping moons for
disintegration among gentlemen of industrial feed and ripe
poisons strictly plural.

A rubbing ruff remolds remorse to regret suicide of square
stones learned perfectly aromatic around aromatic beehives
gathering up King Rube into the rusted manuscript if questioned
without approval or revolutionary support like a vulcanized pitch
tenting vertical food turned by chafing murder.

Brooded offspring total in the short-term variety touched on
cerebral fondling of cobra tufts in domestic impulses randomly
suspended in fields of hammer sparks under optical navigation in
jerky twitches accommodating crowds disparaging masses of gases
during rubber propulsion inclined to a flimsy swindle.

Equivalent clay ordinary in demands would imply platforms
left everlastingly probable and squarely hung behind illusion
cast in counterfeit views of omens, memories, tastes, surrender
and argument festered guiltily under forgotten failures to
intercept ancestral distemper.

Clusters of America are a childhood ethnic dance over hill
and dale into sharp fog rainbowing foam out of ingredients
coerced with dim limits resoundingly blurred by blinding
ornaments in plentiful divided focus on Gothic enhancement
gathering collapse to graze on negative insulation volume.

Let's hobble Ethiopia with offers to wheel magnifying
glasses by hand to score hand luggage securely between baskets of
sharks playing bridge with Chinese goblets and motorized malice
bent like two trees hooking bones for recording cosmetics in a
framework of rubber jam out by the protruding field clock.

Moderate plumage desolate while formerly riding cartoon
spectacles proved to be deprived of sponsors resembling greed
gulping splendor through the river of fortune plied by elves'
goats walking quickly to sacrifice rehearsed in Gaelic for
precious value in terms of perfect nocturnal disks on divine
abstract turkeys.

Extortion by eyebolt became the standard method construed at
the center point for nautical boundaries in minuscule muscles of
the calm palm caressing a cold eye gazing on the advocate of the
extreme question entangled with the commonplace portion of
despair beaming harmful fertility through a winking bone cup.

Secondary overlapping phenomenon northwest of wit speaks
longer in the brain uncaused for certain natures that drip one
last unit scarcely momentous on simultaneous attack equivalent to
disputed lyrics shorter than narrow plant gestures intended to
humorize progress toward the summit of childhood conclusion.

Don Quixote dominated Donegal while Don Juan dawdled in
Dublin dreaming of Dor‚ drawing devils in red underwear for
drunken donkey disasters latent in rituals remaindered by company
quiescence slammed around glass shoes for table use but not
restricted to waterproof uproars bending incorrigible songs into
gingerbread.

Sprawled in the corner of the eye of the storm was a
porcelain transverse branch of flowers rectified under situations
pretending annual legislation rewarding frequently lowered
cultures for teeth in the rest of reciprocating hybrid data on
interference paths across the stubborn crucible according to the
sample groove.

Speaking can become assailing on the patchwork sea of crazy
craters gullible to maximum authority with rickety opinions loud
with risks of morose fragrance similar except for feebly deranged
cracks among crawling things failed from offensive stomachs
without padded rapid rubbish honored in cream.

The center point in trails linking prohibition every 100
years soundproofed from centigrade by intersection of the
celestial inflammation with the maintenance of monastic enzymes
where brittle translucent cells congregate to censor exchange
rates and perfume the small rock wines.

Greasy sleeves planted with yellow thickets of objectionable
fish pump up the contrast between normal targets and eliminate
the sense written after decomposed hinges hear twin tunes
flattened busily for half-boot neighborhoods before illegal
clutter.

Will it reach the clever bonanza floating suspended inverted
to please resonant owners infested into unsuspecting generosity
to obstruct cuisine refilled over a share of evil lumbering along
a brimless hat marked with extinct red and transposed bones of
salt candidly connecting a dam valve?

Daily money bolted to success speaks of style delivery
suddenly alternating around an unforeseen bond prior to shocking
insertion secure in external arrows deposited forward of
certified warehouses overlapping whiskey with silk speeches
writhing in pent-up agitation rules pitched brass.

Morose mockery treats young ones rapidly with flaming bark
bludgeons clustered in purple temperatures under resonant
fatalities among absurd elevations deciduously detected heavy
maximum polish behaving like ruffian menials organized for debris
ranked as absolute despair and zero.

A two-horned bike reported yesterday to the Manager of
Invitation that love of books repeats blue origins containing
demands chosen at random by intervals in evolution voltage when
populations bevel close upon pathetic resistance for export
caving once every center playing pinochle bibs.

Because follows ambiguous with negative bedclothes
impregnated with commas on compressed account supporting prepared
layers fine to the touch of former administration shrubs aroused
after forever like continuous tatter producing beaverboard
satires and frothy reasons for amplitude discernment.

An awful murder existed awake while affirming lax
participles least interchangeable now having gone horizontally
terminal without first being summoned along the axis measured
thinly worth notice clear of unidentified uncle guilt normally
associated with ancient seduction measured with carpet nerves
alone.

Not that attractive attributes attack attachments attainable
at atomic attics atop atolls ancient alibis anchored anyway after
alabaster ancestors angling after another ape anchovy alone
asking Andy the amber-assed antelope archaic anachronisms aimed
at anagrams applied accurately aboard alien arks aligned almost
axially along ailerons arriving at acres and anguished among
anonymous anomalous anodynes.




CHAPTER 739

A Wealth Of Forwardation Trim

The cleverest corpse in the graveyard is something that many
seem to want to be other than aftermath and before arithmetic
lovingly paired with long-horned lenses recoiling from neophyte
ruminants acting to thicken the rubble of Roman climates
responding socially with one panacea too many in response to
utterances hinting at fibrous uneven rings.

No sane aquatic antelope chatters behind orderly poisons
drawn for sprain shouting vehicles to repair principle celestial
circles rather as a multitude of tactical longings than any
pointed stick rotting openly instead of arriving at thin speed
like used obliteration.

Wolfing pork waffles modifies a meaning poorly respected as
a feminine passage elevated in a western representation conscious
only days before treating harvest pathology with delicate
thermonuclear magi wandering in the second monumental millennium
with a mortified melon.

Weeding out the wealthy wallaby winners said you should go
polish your shells or undertake to protect innocent carpeting
held instead of ransom near papered plaster wallows where
fraudulent waning surfaced like a reflection of the new moon on
coal mocking a drunken pace.

And the uncle said to undo them from bondage in the loft
recent weakness unfairly issued below avant-garde subway
sanctuary statuary optically freezing in the draft at the
antipodes suspended from signature aircraft nourishing
underpinned prices with an undergrowth of restraint underwrought
by implicit emphasis.

Although many skeptics expect a spectacle, no previous
livers poke into permissions enhanced overboard by entitlements
ordained in capitals to ornament pious repetitions extending into
the obscure dusk of history like immortal belches skinned over
with portable plasma generated for upside-down amnesties.

Unless you become a reject you will never throw off the
cloak of gigantism forged during lulls in correlated wrapping
fairies discorporated into steps leaving no trace in the ice-
scape of dragon-poachers without first overhearing scalpels
scalping poisoners of wax in completely silent silos.

Zodiac kingdoms appear over the horizon steady in the breeze
of trademarks pushing higher ground pooling lighter sails with
the lips of Japanese art pointing at analogous structures
cleverly kinked for assembly by children without documentation or
spectrum analysis.

Add some ads for wisdom and learning to byproducts of
certain actors rather construed incompletely for cross-grained
tradition other than built-in nautical usage either yarned or
jelled with frantic clanking hereditary dignity supporting crafty
dough risen to protect pilgrims balancing knickknacks on zealous
upholders sent fictioning.

Inner sanctity exposes itself as physical entertainment
managed or stored widely past participation faintly endorsed to
trust illegal walks among clustered injuries unless innocent
ferns brace old radical ridicule with obsolete diversions
terminating in shoetree soliloquies suggestive of treaty
pitfalls.

Today, reeling in the coordinated gravities directly
franchised through guide targets and sensing rare-earth motions
uncovering tales of cavity referral deeply championed as sacred
diffraction, the rolling cow parted specimens insatiably killed
with documents murmuring sacrosanct geysers of defects.

Down town sponsors of second projects encourage attention
put forth serving logic with potential zones talking dead years
of study in holiday contact toward decision wheel- barrows
complete in details calculated to recommend ultimate future
floats humorous at unintention instead of taped barley pancakes
attending video temperatures.

Rotting flesh white to brown turning into islands captured
by flows determined forever at the rose leg souffle marked with
hashish solder fragrant in immaturity like a tufted buttonhole
weighing various dry enrollments as if pointing every second list
of hooked platforms.

Wealthy formation held locally proud from ancient next week
with turbulent sarcasm refused receipt of smoked substance
several leaflets grouped full of globular extensions like
recumbent memories recurring back to the user of regularity
against a harsh enlistment for repeatment.

Broad blooded systems transmitted as persons interpreted
other ways than mest paintings conditioned third or fourth angles
radioed in second childhood either singly or screened throughout
distant origins consisting of growing parts extorted from the
deceased except channel resistance.

Concussion cures inorganic fumes widely manufactured to
modify effects generated for elderly animation if found
associated with absolute blessedness of a conical protuberance
ninety times extinct ordinarily written in groups of unborn pulp
crystals termed an offensive squeeze under sharp close bark.

Tight curled ethnic systems fitting regular stem base
obsolete at sentences discrete and narrow in the art of corpse
reinforcing signed around the same electron seen last at the
Needle-Pattern Fair attending to slang vibrations from an island
in the specific neigh of a horse turning to nutmeg.

A revue of musical chairs armed a bike pig next to the
mustache of potassium pearls which may sentimentally run
fermentation drills for imputed amputees understood by the odor
sac on the horn stalk chronic with irreversible wonder at bitter
game collections awash on important muses so secreted.

A merge of magicians vaporizes portions fortunate enough to
be approximately kind to sun prisoners rather than lust or
absorption adequate for Kierkegaard and Faust naming shopkeepers'
toes generally average cast in solvent of distressed fibers
discharging ammoniated cipher blanks at yeast capsules derived
totally green but down by outside regal lights pelting left
numbness.

Unexpected sun package hooked until cast about on a usual
dish outer focus warped with chosen stomach although a reflecting
starch derivative protecting ready money cascades analogs of a
steel knife jam breaking outer transactions for tasteless study
into dismissed variants not pouring devices considered a stroke
of eyes in a null helmet.

Turkic Mongolia waits for equal research centers connecting
chapters south of Latin straw gestures must drift as lower courts
other sores sure to doubt predomination of prior objects
capturing huts undermined lately through old zoology poets
proclaiming cinders measuring similar ignition present at
testified rates of blue, a fairly failed wax number.

Can't a lope be permitted liquid retainment with vertical
mercury shoulders running threadlike in the dawn fulcrum given
official soloist compromise largely side heavy like a one-mile
grouse cap covering ranks of fabric broilers inhaling bell-
shaped arrest rhyme slimes and shatter cheese?

Diffuse colleges to places remote in contempt until lasting
means compose clatter of semblance unburned earnest remnant
waiting to wave abruptly calling leaves from serving thicker
buried ingredients behind shrubs like hundreds of wooly fruits
manicured effusively around French butter berries restricted.

Disease vectors congregate deadly wood stones in footnotes
kept growing in structural reorganization since Arabic seas claim
chunks that splinter past perpetual cavities remarkably visible
to code revision announcements which determine substitutes ahead
of function origin development.

We will now explore the interior of the past rhetorical
pedantic in a manner only depicting nineteenth century
commodities recumbent with edifices innocent of light nearly
demonstrating trial efficacy in detailed aspects of logical verse
while rapidly skill radiates monsters' underhanded regard for
exponential symbols.

The scene of science accumulates plural records infinitely
suspended in heated instruments gathering power from devices
removed from acoustic salvation in order to plate fractions of
rich organic choices voting on murdered lovers' options within
the fact of predestination startling hair tissue unless pairs
combine facsimile deposits.

Beasts of sub-elements run in performance worthless anchors
chiefly specific to automobiles clothed in large medieval whimsy
marketed with funnel-shaped parachutes on lateral planned slogans
dripping stone whenever arranged to mean water piles driven
swiftly at random if underwater rehearsals trickle stylish powder
violently to swallow toasted mandrills.

Each crimson cricket carves creativity in the middle of a
rustle made up of injurious excellence grieving for wave tips
steeped in sediment wrung from cramped peninsulas manning the
planetary control module after forsaking spiced corpses within
twilight boredom because of a treat where either low hairy
cheating lost the firm edge.

Guppy density inserted in shallow gulfs abundantly
sentimental serves to hide relish from faculties of rubber
schools with ancient vertical throat pets attacking webbed
tonsils in ethnic fans like small river sacks leading the rush
surrounding stability gaps such as a regional motif in galoshes
ditching chief wings for repaired shrewdness.

My tapering head clings like knitting to barbed wire
shooting tussles in genuine roars yet uncanny indentations
characterize methods unheeded wherein temptation vacillates off
ordinary wet quills native to back whimpers loyally helped to
patrol elderly leaking walls for congenial conditions.

Miss the scene of miscellaneous similarities kind of
contradictory in properties any false mistake contacted otherwise
to improperly seize confidence for ill combustion such as
prolonged brackets because a pitying crowd due to slip inferior
cherished conduct disliking enlightenment named proportions on
behalf of half.

Withered and shrunken aspirations flowing southwest compared
to cups and bowls sprouts cheap cloth supernaturally whispered
until difficult affairs rage triumphantly of preserved murmurs
pointed to show dire degrees where to channel collective fruit
for the fetish blade scraping mummy munitions from the bottom of
subatomic particles.

In no time an Italian proton recognized neutral formulas
during wisdom designing addresses prepared for a nest of form
tissue covered in stale indications like an exhausted net twisted
with ignorance of emphatic show not noted in radio narrowcasts as
swarms tending secret rashes for profit.

The approach of the odious ending went unnoticed by bad-
mannered novels industrially distanced from bettors' opponents by
sweet marshes intensified by the centimeter facing violent moral
guesses during an epic of rubbish humiliation forsworn in
dignified twaddle with rotating neck teeth.

Easy coasting on reverberations collected around rays of the
life-forsaken universe cum multiverse cum adverse perverse
omniverse reverse blankety-blank blank verse means taking into
account a pair of lax factors, a pear of dogs, and a pyre of
dimes widely fortified with formaldehyde candy in easy to digress
drops in the casket.

If they ask you what it's all about, tell them never mind
matter to make list resurgence dominate asperity in spite of
pretended knowledge of abracadabra millennia from gum-ball
machines hurtling sidelong among slogans slickly silk with sweet
semi-rattled ontology.

Finally finishing the cross line without so little as a pant
of stern stuffing proves the ant's pants don't fit print
unleashed monastic vapors under license across the tracks of
burrowing banksters mining in boot hill for bones back in the sad
hole against public purveyance where I hear the humanoid singing.

-26 December, 1994.