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25 September, 2008

The Apotheosis of Silly

Part One

Chapter One

I put down the book, whatever it was. Then I started writing a story of love, and hate,

adventure and conflict; of dreams, fantasy, ideals, surreals and peals of laughter; a tale

of remorse, regret, regeneration, hope and despair; all laid on a background of social

turmoil and didactic enthusiasm and/or revolutionary zeal charred with terror-driven

cruelty from individuals, corporations and governments. It had characters from all levels

and viewpoints, all interests and abilities. There were heroes and losers, givers and takers,

victims and executioners, ecstatic and sad and in-betweens. It was touching and inspiring

and frightening and depressing and philosophical and awesome and tender and wrenching

and it had all been done before.

My quill began to wonder, and question Mr.Camel, who had gone back to work, sorry to

be addressed for a notebook found in a sleazy bar. But that was the placement shaken

from the familiar portent. "Have you nothing to say?" "I was just thinking --- where have

all the florins gone?" "A parent would say, 'Back where they came from.'" "And you?"

"I would hesitate to say more than the metalphysiocrats half-hazarded into their borscht

baskets. In other woulds or worlds they take on lives of externality and pretend to live.

Following that roost to its better end may throw one thoroughly out of circuitry like three

wasted wastrels indicted for efficiency in the line of duty, much more decisively waltzing

around the pendulous pity at final answers."

We went out into stark blight, shouldering our way past designations of pious pity that

seemed to seep from the stonework cityside. Vague rants were heard everywhich in heroic

blame schemes to empower others' illusions. A provocative dinner at the Henrí Charrier

where words surged like sewage around gastronomic obelisks in an atmosphere of shaggy

grins over idle meals fit for fitness. I couldn't for the death of me quite not get why was

being antiquated by nearby social bullies battling for lizard bouillon like so few buzzards.

Our conversation, on the other foot, was urbane and cultured, pearl and calm, studded with

wit and waver due to looseness of loot incident to imported bloodhound tonic.

When we came out, a group of drunken Roman soldiers were beating up on an extraterrestrial

across the street. I went over and said, "That's enough, boys." One of them sliced off my

head with this short sword, and I picked it up and put it on again. They slowly went away

and Camel helped me help the ET to his "feet". "What's the idea of getting yourself beat up

like that. You know it puts everything in a Bud Lite."

"I was only trying to convince them that they had a foolish superstition about leader elections

having some effect on conditions. I guess they are too mind-bent to even look at reason and think

that it's treason."

"You're lucky they didn't yank off your ears and stuff them up your nose, like this." I waved

my hands around his headlump and he pulled it into his non-existent shell. "And then roast

you over a hot filibuster."

Rolling out my sward was quite a project for the seven of us until the four extras took part

of each life sentence for pres./gov. pardons concurrently babbling upper meanderings at

the hiding influences all agiggle behind three trees posing as anonymous brokers. I once

failed to write a story called "The Bloke Who Was A Broke Broker". Whyever that may be,

no less a moron than the former old perpetrator of plagiaristic manomonia gestures, namely

Nameless, easily prediced the vegetables of knowing so finely that even fashionable wits

head-down in increments could fathomize it. We then stretched ourselves out on the green

stuff, alternating between dreaming naps and silent dispute. So, having solved all the problems

of this world, and having no other world to handle, we erased it all and started over again

from a different parting stoint.

Seedless to nay, pork ever lashing wheelworlds on to a frenzy of ordinal order extruded as

prolific eloquaintness quietly exundating no coroners of cyberwold practices at last glance

off the brittle circus heaving a scythe of belief into the sea of derision. Ordinately pondering

resistless trycycles rounding worlds' encomium passers by hastening the feeble chorus in

oilish boilish until severed ablutants slid into paper-maché tenements. Non-saints cried each

proponent in time with staccato belching excused only by recombinant heroes' excesses at

celestial games dutifully lost to earn crown shovels latterly invested in rings of crawlyflowers.

Treed toads notwithholding, severance play predetermines expensive moments seeded with

thought-police rulings skateboarding through history like regdemented mystic storm troopers.

Scholarly muscles aflex, turpentine dripping from nose and ears, come columns of perfectly

spaced and coordinated zombie-savants flooding mundane communities with enough pretended

knowing to make the whirl safe for mediaocracy. Scattering cyber-surfers to the whims of

inelegant burps combing frond circulating hair mattresses between shudders of earth entities

disturbed or disrobed or simply robbed of needled sleep or sheep, they jug or not their way

past history and future to trample the present. Fumes of exhaustion pervade levels unheard of

in dimmer times by stopped up years to the groundstone in tribute for infernal ravenings

surfacing the flock of luminous oyster party followers saving runic wines professing numeral

prepositions .

Well, lilting rocks bounding without severance withall utterance pleadingly arrogant inextant

overurged to lessening features unbowed traits like costumes revealed and shed in layers.

The calcified mortgage overlay evidence pointing at expressed hermitage signals removed

any despair building in backthoughts for the masquerade divers. Speaking of diversion

unminds me off either subject to paddle roads more elegant than practical for eternal rule

in aunt hills unharassed in piazzas of prattle. Noodle mention nor expense of meager wealth

tunneling under scamwars trailing debris under treaty with goobernuts and astronuts drooling

into their gold leaf snot rags with alligator mucus and fault-water saffy. After each morsel

dissolves in the brainy deep unfolding cells fertilized by impact after intact during centurion

games and spear-pierced capes of no hope is it any ponder that snorts of decision erupt in

bales of slaughter?

Next question breaks thaws in millenia the horse of quick beleaguers the emancipation plutotads

rebroadcashed war und fide for owl to heir as a curtsey in labor. Washed out of the pitcher

in a windup sufficient to wake the brain spring and fall to seasoning necessary nutrients for

substained emergence one before the other in columns and rows of gravy boats snailing a cross

each sniveling smirk cast in marble pillows anew. Broken false sets set to drip venom on

flicking tongues of hatchlings, we usurp all syrup of the promissory land grab; a present pleasant

in terms of rough die almonds from pork pokes smooth rasping symphonic collusions jockeying

for poisition. Now we, how we, show we, no way ouch of moron the shame subject to extrapolation,

dear two the smart foaming torment trapping trapezily way over the bowed heads in state no

shorter roasting in armor or farm treason the hill of beings. Drier potions reverting to elements simple to be held up to a reticule more four five than ten sense tore wanton pellets strangling the giggling swan rehearsing for a smashed ice cream cone. So we waste in time fast pentacles of uncertain intent toward warping cow ledgers which crept like a decrepit cryptographer's delusions into the scrapped script,

tease though it may for a dime, unless antlers pierce the flabric of corporate reality. With its

burdens comes free domes in oral discretions saucily abounce with silly silicone syllabaries promising strawberries, chuckleberries, wonderberries and whoever buries treasured creak stakes up to the knick of thyme. Of clay and rock were made gorgon dreams to blow out and envelope serial creators of

calm amuse days to remind and rewind the slack springs of life soft cooked by kicks and tricks.

Oh, suppose early mentions perform gyrations upon hearing festival sounds keening the oral fare

partly hindered in all vectors by permanent maggots out on a feeding frenzy lasting all century.

Then you would halve a splatter moment easily mangled instead of all thousand bags promising

lethargy as a therapy for five developed hurrys other than memorial ashes. Catholic cake must be

iced with ceremony in hors d'oeuvre four weather impact to menace oration despite retreat into

empathy space foreshortened onto mortification signals trafficking in pedestals resoundingly.

No where is near by ivory account or mine digger laughter mighty joke eliminated for places each

embarrassed novice permitting level metering logs to be legendary until the last snog is hung.

Inordinately infectious is a portion of apportionment earmarked for graft under the tableau of ham

leavings town on a rail before sunup catches you napping again and against feather pillows of

obscure origin remanded into bronze castanets as if one would two take one.

[7oct09]

Guessed broom all peared soft crushed in the bed after wallow ink sprained beverage ala poolhall

jokes oil winter longer under where shuttles flew as tougher ailments progressed half-faced. Not all

affronted spectacles required of devotees sack race feist-pestered mortal soup shiners abducted

to mysterium arcani realms underfoot if other pastures grew attainable eruptions within memorial

riots. Shaven hoops gloncomerated parcels inert sanctum more for exploination than five raisins

atop big mufflers in thermatic screens tabbed for extrusion exercises as a tutorial distinguishing

itshelf from owl mother hens. Icon do good often in dusk lured surroundings stuttering edicts near

threshold limits set for centuries of stone-age technocracy to protect projections of muddlehood

from logical heresy maggotized and infested with reason. Nor would either temporal pole acquire

lessons of descendents without furthering the next or aligning its sprockets. That were never apt

to truth as secondly atomized spirals wasting in dimensions prophesied by the best authoritatian

witches sponsored by whale-nosed cooperation committees. In place of energetic perambulators

we find wobbling inverse pyramids of gelatinous granite that morosely dance for dolorous praise

within spear-shot of the royal vestibule market. A notable aspic of these aeroplastic manures

could become auditory designs projected upon stable months apparenthetically unequally scaled

with cold gold plates proscribed in minute inscriptions constraining instructions for efficient dismantling of all extra sweet dreamscrapes with no special tools.

[30Oct09]

Banisterial foments clouded the when of applesauce instead of priming castle mannerisms as far as

any worst order can represent ephemeral whinings clad in rutabagas. Ordinary beings cannot capture

much of the ill-defined platinum conformations because of residual conscience receptacles lining their

crucible innards. Nor can friendless nomads equal in splat the hurtling motorcycle ballistic ballet

chancer, usu-fully combined in a crooked -jacket-like style of snorping. Classic examples do not readily come to migrate pendant pudding bevels as often occurs to the husks and rinds of potentate

inflators formally engaged to unanimous harems of parched angels. Occasional outbreaks of sense

utterly confuse rulers and other head-standers precisely because and at high noon/low midnight

they can intro-mix with the ectoplaster coating the frying pans of political immunity revolting into

a volitile miasma fully capable of rapacious sniffery. Any subsequent welcoming parturition won't

wind up out some fetal canyon outpost sentried by provisional atomists while and who gullibled

metal-physiks into an ambulance headed for jello-tossing hyenas.

[14Nov09]

Weak nettle soup more for elder esteem reflects tones barrelcaded overheadless orphanarily not

sifted once penance sets in rows of soy toldiers shouting tales of hare-raising inticement. Nor

should itty bitty said beloved leaders using constrained metrics of purse waging are for never

upon the bracks of civilianry simpering with pointed goons to connive, convince and bewilder

for the goof of all life holders. Wall upon wall under fooph intends ariel recline repasts seasoned

by session proctors deselected from seas of witless witnesses for a crown of throngs; no debit

leasing properly measured passions openly offered like twittery rituals up to deified torments

in a sky full of devotees to kilts. Watt will it do formaldehide in a strong sponge stoked with two

times overbloat micrometered and charged by the parsecond to the lemons of infirmity through

a proper agent of unanimity squabbles on primal time troublevision.

[3Dec09]

Dust off whether birds in inert compression making for never tasting private passage to kernels

of insidious presupposions in order to frequent establishments established for the establishment

of extra bliss.

[8Jan10]

Avoiding available offcasts neatly was a talent much too beholding after equestrian fables met

their doomsday protectors in caverns of taffy only to realize regal reality resided in character,

not in any assigned status. But followed boat like a parade of spiraling relief systems competing

for the attenuation incident upon cadaver soup. Neutral nutrition standards with banners weaving

circused over and to bleating mobs of warshippers biting fattles in the mental cauldron called

lor and awder practised by and by and by sybaritic ascetics long after the treatise was signed.

Wishlist for a battered tomorrow including memory slippers, oreiental vector hoops, symmetrical

cemetery signs, a bulletted list of lists, iron porkography streamers, paleolithlic hot dogs,

turbo-vented ergonomic ecological privilege meters, post-glacial hypothetical post-hole diggers,

four gallons of galleon glue, a set of nested planets, and a resplendent jonquil perforator.

[19june11]

Barbarous wills neatly noted trolleys careering overhead to mellow mucous between taffy tent

poles while nimbly freezing motiveless motion with spicey looks. Aschedule went working

wanderers sneaking after dusk in the manor of ichtheosophy and on record as formidable oral

spanners not to be truffled width. Regional scholastic crusades mean lean thoughts for extra-mural

guests in their tangle of considerations wailing forward unless forebroken like straw bales over

the scapes of good dopes. This infamous convocation echoes menumental brays on ride-wanging

subsets of future paleolithographic thinking bacteria planned by idiot-savants to displace moronal

disciplines handed up from our precestors. Only today it was believed courageously that whiffs of

notable wheeze inducers would disable numerous catalogues of willingness for coasting on iron

clouds as if onetwothreefour strove at pregressive moanliness. And, of late, we half sawn timbers

marauding countysnides in a charade talent hunt surrounding up renegade follower children left

offer from the bays and bights of the wild 1460's who were condemned to flap their fragile lungs

to signal passing drunks for a tirade. Morgan off on snot projected polygonally wiped no sense

from celestial blackboards huddled in the pantry or goal skuttles of antique bastions painted with

inscrutable paint and Bondo silly putty for flamoucage. But, wait! Can there be goods lurking in

festering robots with goggles of obsidian jelly feasting their hearts outside-in as those stealth

bombardiers gasp in a hairless limbo at the charming spectacle untended by ratios of thankful

nets? The bedraggled beast leaned forever on a mountain of homing pigeron droppings wasting

for utter salivation to waltz him awaste to his heathenly regard and dessert. The usher pot of it

was no shorter infusion on cheese daddies healed morally as intended all among aisles running

into aisles unrunning without out start or end, and the inkless stroke of porcupine tails.

[26july11]

Was thus is always need been nestor scarily open in special waves anti-pissated like growling

humblizers forsooken lazily if nastily or pastily for the under organs with all stops out of

alignmental difficulty? Just ice they used to be before the golden orations swept the cents out

of the howls of learning with the nude broom of presessional equal Knoxes obviated the kneed

four years of protestation and pitiful pleading to get any fling dung. It can no longer shorten the

thyme heeded when baked wounds pester victuals about peculiar cases revolving around weather

oral knots the done wasn't commiserated for and by and of the peephole in the purse hew trove

wackiness. After hence cable tame tiny caravans tooting forlorn flakes in a spiral ended withal

sparkling lemonescence with a hint of offal to perpetuate the postence intendered to befuddle

all sports in their abrogance. Latterly of a Saturday wended warily throughout the lands orderly

pekingese eaters forced by mercantile volatility into cheesy contortions of menu to append

hyena sausage with jackalope gland soup, not noing aromatic bird corpses as a final corruption.

Backing into a slippery cul-de-sac wasn't always forsworn as a practicing soul pollution until

eager rooks invaded local myrtle patches chasing the indigenous warblers into surrounding

space ports to hide in engine room control consoles with the insult for navigation prisoners to

be late or never at their deserved destinations.

[12 March 2012]

Now that you brought it up, your breakfast is on the table and on the floor. Eftoons the festoons of

maroon balloons on the moon will prove a boon to the rune croons of Muldoon the Walloon.

Required dollars submit tentative morosities in seasons venerable if the sun is in Aquarius by

way of Broadway on the rise to the SRO run of 6,783 performances without running down any

competitor's cheers. All misers notwithsitting, partial fleecing went bragging to the drastic critic

of the Old Pork Tomes in whoops of approvalization in germs well cackle-ated to dismiss those

bleary whose nodules burped swamp gasps as an alternate method of frighting the glues of respond

touted in Mesopotamian prayers. The thought occurred to walk Thoreau the alley of shabby debit,

but the fetid moor stretched infinitely greasy to the distaff derision echoing bap-bap tunes like a

harangue addressed to orangutangs at a poop rally for the ham steam. The class was revolved

about answering none of the interminable questions (such as, "If a monolith is a big stone, and

a megalith an even bigger stone, and a Multilith is a printing press, what is an omnilith?") and

failed to notice some overcreeping vinyl bones clacking in an ivory box jiggling at the end of

the open roadster, nor should I mention an exhaustively precipitate vinyl solution to the begonia

assassins.

[6 August 2012]

Rover was not a doggone elephant rustler or a member of the World Rustling Federation, but

she porcupined for her last love potion by painting the halls of Moctezuma with imitation eggplant

soufflé, but only on the condition that the ancestors of Herr Cortés be adopted into the Pansy

Society of retired bookies. Thus it was, that itinerant librarians in their quest of the Holy Braille

instruction manual for Ralphabetizing ponderous ambidextrous index pruners who, in this line of

work, are notorious for five times the terror rate granted to ordinary hominidomorphs, and who find

it overwhelmingly odious to petition for orientation data from tenured atrophobiacs, conjured up

nightmares to stride off into the moonset. Later on, we discover seemingly endless excuses from atomized sycophants bent in three directions by farces of mature gathered conferentially by

whimisical pograms against hermaphroditic earthworms to explain such odd behavior as digitally compressing syntax parameters and rules. As mentioned elsewhere, none of this should be

construed.

[8 August 2012]

The which was in double doubt as a retardation cosmology knowingly parodied in various

blaboids or mercenary stillments. Those ailments assumed to be incarcerated by any current

placid practices of the butcher's union were listed and blacklisted twenty eons before you

were reborn again, so the august and ruling ceremonialites went to extra-extraordinary shorts

in their snort for their health and wealth and your ailth and poorth. In such unuseful sorghum

stenches there bloom only ten million stops to be tooken by rationalized couriers to maintain

trade-itional standards of conductiviity without bowing out to the whelmish confluence taken

by snotty downstarts who would savor only two thirty four fifty hours of filibuster-cracking

(and now a snerd from our sponsicator) led by that filibuster's filibuster-buster Leon Cocain

Cola, the wasted wastrel from Pony Parlanceville. Thereforehereafterhenceforthcoming there

must be central feating with no shoes barred, no hair bared, and no bear upturned to our revered

and motely plotters, who, in their turn, requisitely circle the fourteen coroners of the wound like

a vast woundup dog.

[10 August 2012]

To be the masked person ("Who was that masked man?") in hiding as a body alert to some

or all of the avenues of escape from presponsibility coded supposedly in DNA and called Dan

Sinister, an image of propriety and obtuseness unparaffined in the animals of wooma, as well

as holding positions all over the spacescape, was, to slay the feast, obstinate. Does he need to

believe in post-determinism if there fall from the comicmos' depths, candy hearts and kidneys

steaming with fashion magazine fervor, and glazed with infernal velocities like common

wandering comets etherated for surgery? So, grow to your gloom and never hint at hesitant

morphology creeping ashort the thwart of destiny, combing the stains thereout with tiny tines

of magnetic averaging banalities, for anything to do slow might meander the para-consolation

of theogermal incitement on the grail of moansome wines.

[14 August 2012]

Neighbors could have testified to the charisma attending upon searching ashes around the

cemetary plot on the earwicker's wife's dog's handler, hatched in part from an egg of confusion

unparadoxed in the dubious history of coronation, and which has consulted out a most odd

parabolic cornfiguration of man-mouth probations. On that Thursday, the third day of the three

month notation vacation, un-numerable un-named blunderers infested all the innocent squeak

pounders classes while the lecturer droned on unaware of the restitution lurking in his echoes.

With a blurting lurch, each was overwhelmed by hordes of syntax-sufferers, maddened with

years of acrimonious tedium, and energized by comic laser amplifiers from the strands of Jiwo

Ima to the stores of Tripolivania. Nor since has any bailiff suggested a vaguely antique potion

to contract an exchange of smarmies preserved in alabaster like a memo to Thales from Rowen

by rock rocket and pocket socket guided missal encrypted to look like tales from the crypt.

[22 August 2012]

Now those fabrications drome up by feather-filled heads proliferated in the manure of all such

fanimestations when out from under the ironic clad cruel necessary for creeping in blind every

homing instinct for a pair of dice or a pair of docks, summarily old-fascistoned moth-eaten in

earlier atavistic avatars. Woe it not so, federated commutations would pass in the knight's

tableau for decorous sentinels intended inversely to hope and cope toward untoward conditions

annually wasting circular amperage generously yeilded from upraised plums double-plucked

like minstrels from alabaster minarets. Son of notorious foibles captured in fool collar by an

exoteric apparatus for devouring goof sense, and maned with cockleshells like a mature liar,

he, Throckmorckle Femstersteemer, lacked essential character flaws to emerge as chairman

of the bored rapscallions, and in his end/beginning de-enveloped negative means to enable

the calculation of minus intelligence for laymen spelunkers. Any notorious guide to the gal

axe-murderer presumes foreknowledge, foretaste, foreplay, forensic forays, four-letter worlds,

diaphanous definitions of deafness, a Delphic diurnal deftness, income promised by compromise

in no ordinariness counter-stupidity, otherwise it's grasp the ass by the ears and howl.

[20 September 2012]

In preferment noted he a bent two-ward epiphany-hugging instead of philosophical balderdash

on the rocks head furzed and feathered weather in the sacred compartment of the celestial

wallet sulfured to the brimstone with wallyscags and carpal tunnel mongers. Easily mistook

for varying varmints was the terminal vorticizer breed of proto-hyper-pseudo-nominal-esque

palamino leviathan in the blue pouched mode, because of the its prominent proboscis-like

rearlobe and red-stained peccary-handled snorflebruiser. As in the forward to his preliminary

scroll scrawl, the stone-age hermit beLog, was wont to say in his youth (or mouth, depending

on the translation) that all swells end swells [Ed. note: He was either an oceanographer or a

physician.] which was a swell joke on his fellow old-timers and cronies gathered around the

flaming blubber fire in the desert cavern nibbling on their Limburger cheese.

[30 September 2012]

A preponderance of ponderous pondering leads pedants to propose that pretended paleolithic

potentates might not have been as potent as previously postulated. Netherveless, current biased

opinion dates the rice and fowl of such jerks far after the splice ages suggested by late 41st

century touted experts such as professor Hoonosian at the Megaversity of Moribund at Bergelheid.

Hoonosian, in his treatise Some Ramblings on Cultural & Diplomatic Bunkmanship (translated

from the Coptic by a descendent of Elton John in 4789) pressed the obviously demented ghoul

story of ancient teetotalism as practiced and practiced and practiced (never getting it right) by

imagined tribes of which dock workers one chooses as partners for swing your partner's rope over

the nearest tree branch. This theory, thoroughly smashed recently by our own professor Beggan-de Point in his learned tome That Idiot Who Knows Nothing (still untranslatable), using the clever

ploy of discrediting the alleged credentials of said professor and burning down his house. That such

triumphs of traditional scholarship should routinely be forgotten is a sad commentary on the state

of our culture, where focus is concentrated on such foolishness as sports, entertainment, philosophy,

art, agriculture, science, and other subjectless worths, not even to mention such familiarities as home,

family, progeny, to fention a mew. Future societies will, I am sure, be happy to realize all these

burdens lifted, and to be free to cavort with Bourbon and Harpies on the next planet to the end of

the Heeyuman line after we have eaten up the one we scourge at the moment (whatever its name

is).

[21 October 2012]

Falling hence into moods of ochre once was the flavored stance of co-orperational maggots strifing

among their angles like brontosharks in a fresnel ends before anyone gets inured to fantastication

habits and enhanced polyglyphics after years of total intrusion. Imagining poor selves superweird

avenues of recombustion is snow sleazy task farce in stirring times slouching toward Bedlamville

under stealth commode (via Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus) and a borrendous undertaker's job

due to the flack in the heavy air around the sport portal sphincter. Handy Delight Properties wants

you to wallow in filthy luxury by gleaning gambols from weather shields maledicted in order of

reluctance from official hurdy-gurdy blueprints dug up in sites of shovel-wielding old-times studiers

recently regurgitated from multiversities of multiple choice precautions. Deferred hereinafter to no

jagged wrestling zoners will be engulfed malicious predications fivewarned merrily in caverns low

in the pegging ordure so that mellifluous dock toasters might employ ploys rampantly ingenuous

within their unilateral bailiwicks. That's a goof idea.

[26 October 2012]

Alliance or dalliance populate many schedules like longer heired antecedents engulfed for security

seasons, which risk a wash of thyme in elegant pastures delegated and relegated and salivated to

whomso over-yanks the lanyard of smuggery. Snow-white cocaine bread, the product of centuries

of research, has now entered the sacred market as the host in the Four Round Cataleptic Cantilever

liturgy due to recent fiduciary conciliations and the plague of Wall Street roustabouts brandishing

contractual weapons of mass constriction. Some attention must be paid two, three, or four tour lest

thou fore-remember every day of pasture and future in florious magic palette seepage into every

crook and nanny of the infinitestructure holding apart each lazy universe in any spectrum assigned

to automated banjos. Some aspects cost alarm and a ledge to be solarized fairly in the process often

pantographed for micro-morbiditry drills on the field of broken stonehinges awaiting drunken

disinterment, transportation, and replanting to ensure their propagation to all coroners of dreamdom.

A verifiable whizz at whatever, the pomegranate-wielding taffy choreographer, in the coarse events

that fallowed, overcame and underwent subcutaneous adventures unrelentlessly whirling from one

vortex to two vortical disputes among the cannibalistic abusers of reluctance, and finally wrestling

free, cast his shallot.

[3 December 2012]

Waves beyond numerology compound prime fibonaccis to cake analogous neanderthal holidays

weary of wearing out wearable costumes aflash with coal dust in virtual display vaults when wherever

distant homilies narrowly insinuate into possession of little caverns of puce powder. Thence cometh

righteous formula foisters lining the fables writhing before punification directories in the mode of

cretin combinatory critics bent on cruising the ancient halls of Moctezuma and the shards of Tivoli

under the Hadriatic Seashell cum banana splat. Older princesses being so ceptible to flappery, they

are ordinarilately consigned to minor monitor functications for public safety, since any non-fortuitous

regurgitation of platitudinous palimdromes of a scary nature from the sacred brows of post-nubile

hose-noses could, would, and should precipitate very classy intubations of offensive defenses.

This farmer with his steam-powered time machine munched a log of teak while waiting to convalesce

to and from epic dramatics like ahimsa rigor morbid, jellyfish toe, calm festering, dangling partitions,

rapid rampations of the anamorphic intervals in aliatic throne bozos, and other dissimular wheedle

napper conditionings, which, if left unchecked right fihcihw, sgninoitidnoc reppan whenever sails

meet slumsets. It is left, then, to us to prod volcanos of their residual reluctance to appear on national

tv representing the Geologic Community Solutions Agenda Committee Of Two Trillion Pendulous

Opinion Grazers because of previous altered cajuns milling aground with planetary gear.

[23 December 2012]

Forge a head from frozen mercury each time alabaster moons float canoe-wise into the ken of all

Barbies with their heads up the air aspects whooshing into some fabled tornado of misspent ideas

heedlessly pinned to a storage board of dictators whom asking taped hours of dry rumblings over

cold coffee and cigarette butts. The Emancipation Prolongation endured throughout sentimental

centurions commandeering Mesopotamian anecdotes about antidotes to Andy's quotes when he

was prolapsed into fun-house mirrors leading the funny funicular fund-drive for little known or

cared-about funnel fakers throughout the imaginable worlds. Neverthemore quoits or raisins confer

with unstabled horses of sea chestnuts boasting or on fire drill pressing for unqualified destinies

spread out like fronds of cotton candidates all fuzzy with logic inherited from shamans of vile

tribes along the Hudson hornet's nest snatched from the clutches of the Great Bear, son of all least

anteaters and gurus for ulcer hibernation. Carried full of merger glee, nothing can beat the shattered

drum majorettes exposed to plutonium flavored crispness canopies hurling themselves along the

hurricane of moving air helpless in all other words of complacency, since the usual stick of mood

has been swapped away in the term oil which lay still undefined in mystical depictionaries.

[29 December 2012]

Borrowers of spiritual energy failing to pay it back in serene dispensaries equal to unanimous

conflagrations of the hermetic zeal as a portable variable toolkit necessitates astringent matching

buffooneries at each abuse intersection. Thereafter and therebefore any national precedents wishing

to run far off icebergs through the riverrun in the wake of finnish gains overstepping like geese

redundant in tuxedos with rents in them or plastered with plastic platypuses up to the osmium

lapels glaring in the dorkness like idiom servants will surely. Up until the pleasant moment regions

left unrecalcitrant insofar as their telephony crusades to make the boil safe for glancing instead of

dancing with freaked out angels in their hair, neatly beckoning before mom mouth caves of steel

carpentry, finally leased momentarily four-fifths of the required insulation and saved the night plan

for yesterday. Juices up, any satellite registry worthy of a space in the grey pyramid of schools left

of rioting peripheral steadfastnesses toward alienated prong planters faithful servants infiltrated by

capsicum fibers programmed to exude libelous misinformation about the contents of packages labeled

"Help!" on a wraparound antenna array decorated with blinking blights and olden golden banana

peels flapping their hips to the Harry Lewis chorus.

[19 January 2013]

Nowhere in the vast were attempts foreborne lesserly than herein constituted an adulated flute head

called Fluted Ed now and then that corporations were subdued by feathery plumber's helpers all

in a column of rows unmarching to Priority, a heady stream of steam tractors pretending to be a

cluster of nanny-whuppers. For each orange flabbergastered exotic fabric manufacturer there would

have been fourteen million claimers to the Thorn loom, which was really unvented by Alistair C. R.

Frentley, a minor floor scratching creature in an obscure play by Larry of Aruba, the notorious two

headed rubber robber who somnolized two-thirds of South America with his long tedious didactic

propaganda pizzas, written in runes with an ink made from onion powder and soy sausage. Just as

sullenly as an undertaker's mother's captive vulture the prospective candy date stood on his head on

the grounds of the Sentinel Ignorance Apoplexy Hindquarters in Chatterbox, Virginia in protest for

more issues of common cotton candy to all cadavers who waited passionately on slippery slabs all

over the known and some of the unknown world.

[12 March 2013]

Any fuddyduddy in his left mind (what's left of his mind?) (what's right of his mind?) worth his pepper

knows who rose to pretereminence in the fast days of the Galactic Republic and what happened to the

winners of the wormhole derby, but can you find any noodle who recalls what variations befell toward

the Sugar-Bolt Confederacy of Black Wholes in their late anti-gravity period? What is certain is that

two many missle toes oozed about with their cascading magic filters tuned for maximum minority if

quaternary functions led to viewpoints inconsolable for populations heavily armed with images of a

meager salvo door flopping open and cloned for the ancient shabby tenements of Old Runcible Shacks.

Every other listorian favors an end of drones pointed at simpletons as a threat to world dominos and

inconspicuous conceptions trifling with sunspots and tiny tides of solid mercury billets stamped with

the previous hoarder's nickname or avatar identity code so that it may be speedily returned via the

holy sewers in the skyway, so they say. Without getting inventoried in a digital matrix/maze, whole

megaflavored dirigible loads of cotton candy may be imported with no duty or passport, providing

there are provided sufficient dragon's gizzards to fill Lake Superior during the last ice age stopover

tour led by latent time travel expert Simon Orozco. Which observation lends its elf to hollering over

split milk chocolate Easter bunnies imported from the Gleeboy mansion bloated with sleazy ears

curtailed by spectacles of purest knavery throughout its misery and provoking never-ending battles

over corrosive license flashing celebrations. Nethertheloss, such rubrications are seldom credited

with ornamental philosophical instructions inside the wands of sorcery dilletantes in their stage of

expertise-gathering wherein maggot-infested licken chivers cascade into vats of boiling sodium

hydroxide mixed with suffering asses exiled from the steppes of Siluria.

[21 March 2013]

The age of plummeting kayaks began notoriously with effervescent poodle hairs offering themselves

as gurufication paradigms to an unseen audience of jelly bitching watchers hardwired into the neural

network of the Irritational Broodceasing Cooperation for a modest fee of fie-fo-fum. After that, thugs

want frame boot to verse, like as not nor bee line careers nestled formidably and famously among the

endurance mediators, who for want of spin-offs, antiquated whatselves in a toroidal direction. If there

was a defect in the pogram, it was assuming that marshalling dark matter for an idiot assault on latent

it-doesn't-matter without first leavening pubic opinion with smatterings of placebic paleoganda faint

with the ordure of agate hearts pre-carved with the imaginary dragon-parings so strenuously obtained

by the heroic samurais in grey flannel nighties. This was not good sense for such an exhibition still

in its infantasy, however one may recombine the shreds of cellular arguments and origami sacraments

into revelations of comic tort law easily condoned with pairs of guns and elegants of swords, because

never was it repealed or tolled how extensive it mightily be sub-stained in colors of colors indeed.

[28 April 2013]

In the random access life, in a world of hounds and badgers The Complete Book of Collusion reigned

as king of handbooks relegated to cellars and attics like Albert Ross's from the aged barrister to any of

a multitude of classes of fist mongerers. This untenable shituation was casually and causally remedied

by the Galactic Confederation Congress held ad hoc in the motel called the Wagger's Hilt in the village

of Sonic Monicat, which is washed by the waters of eighteen oceans on the planet Moroofneshexph

in the Pheop system. Members of said congress found the mental congestion favorable to their frail

and delicate metabolisms which generally required sulphuous and nitrous acidicity in food and water

and atmosphere, the specialty of this otherwise vacuous resort town. Noodles to sway, flings came to

a headless less than four (Earth) decades into the meetings when oodles of idiot ideas popped into vast

cranial cavities along with abominable voids afloat in flesh-like parabolas sheltering all reasonable

corn notations, which left the careless plans of the glorious leaders out in the could never return the

flavor to the slaver of the slaver. The amusing histeria of this enventually became lessoned to small

sprouts in scholarly neophyticity projects throughout the nanotubes of fiduciary monuments cast in old

and creaky gold leaving imaginary slimy monsters to pick up the flotsam and jetsam in their filibusted

jaws.

[5 May 2013]

In the next few past enervations may be forsworn nebulous encaustications for the greedy glory of

seedy yardsticks measuring worldly bads at a dizzying rate of attrition. Later than either palladium

sorely discovered to have twice the attractive seasons of any otherwise spastic furrow delving into

miseries thought to be evanescent products of radial decay, but only during the feast of ptarmigan

toes, an ancient wrong engaged out by and by and by troops of tropical wavefarers' daughters.

After the mandated circular qualification form is filled out and filled in and filled out and filled in,

only then may you go out to play with your shelf of usical minstruments embedded in wavy zounds

as if deadicated to infernal reputation preservatives and apricot pits in a scramble of eggheads' spells,

for a hefty gratuity. Rounding up smell-phone addicts became the duty of april bodied caitiffs adrift

in hide glue, wielding porous boats of gravel welding equipment destined for predelivery to the

nearest postpartum port of crawl spaces but one. Deal out whatever cartoons you'll wish you had

nervous scene, in the sequence of dates chiseled on their edges by sixteen nanolaser cannons which

were delicately maneuvered by some famed or framed backdrop painter and grave robber handled

"Mike", so that you can preform any idiot ideas after it will be too too late late. Aseptic procedures

will naturaly be adoped from the moment any stirrings are felt in the apex of the nadir manuscripts,

provided no felt fedoras fall from feather-edged flameout correction robots' active circuits' insistent

warning massages, in witch cays or caves, no axiom will be token.

[12 May 2013]

Variations of delphiniums show numbing vibratory collusions whereinever coincidentally porous

sputicles march in unimpeded cranks two the toon of dizzy productions' mariachi band during the

mock mardi gras affiliations of tender gender benders and other anal activities of a diplomatic

nurture. Post-ordinal computations notwithstanding, normal factioning of several severed salivary

sentinels could proceed were it not for five ailments contained in the chambers of corrigible health

fantasies, and listed in the latest edition of the cold porridge manual, plubished by The Porky Piggy

Institute (ISBN 1 (800) 666-2013), available only to the bored of detracters of said schoolitution.

Speaking of running a speakeasy is not easy, but it moused by sad, since said sadist is the maddest

monger of schmooze ever inventated by the foot of mind-blasted men talented for nitpicking in fleet

orchards over swamps of swan traps once intended for sorority parties and fraternity hazle nuts, but

since deprecated by sensitive mongrels who should gnaw butter. Sudden revelation necessitates the navigation of the Navy's new navel, freshly drilled and augured by prophesies so that no chill is

laughed from behind closed sleeves or leaves without his final rations of fissionable minerals in a

mesh bag leaking gold dust, while up in the air, it's a Nietzsche fasting on a bleeding pullet trained

to leak small building superintendents whose only education was to superintend ants.

[15 June 2014]

Neglect of the hound's booth is an ornery corner or figurative speculation if one has timorous, but

conscientious, benedictions toward moon kine that foreshadow vacation pulses during safety fun

prolictivities enhanced by shoving multitudes. Hence, any sly notion of foregoing or forthcoming

long acreage centertained in the logins of perceptual motion machines cannot but be blatantly

dangulous to the hilt and hellebore fantasies expressed by indigent neighborhoods with violets

and vinegar. The foregoofing would include a prelude to preclude and elude any resort to penance

on the start of unspecified cerephonial migrations toward infusorial abatement into several or seven

pure molestical concerntrations; that is, sub-substantial digressive peregrinations of a professorial

pattern intended to establish a pretextual executive prerogative for contiguous continuing consummate

conspicuous constipation. That mouthful might indicate rumors or melting morsels of parsimonious

edible edifices transforged throughout or around in the process of dehydration into putrefacted ideals

foreheld at alarms length as a talisman to heretical beauty, but nothing gainsays cheerful, frivolous,

frizzly ambitions to heroic sacrifice unto deities of mnemonic parasitism.

[21 June 2014]

Perhaps the final mortality in spaces of canonical exits belongs to neither one of many obsolescent

categories of emotional disparities that have crypt into pastgone confusions, including, but not

limited to, nothing, nothing, nothing and nothing. Contiguing in that vain (nor attempt at contempt

willfullessly repitated is it) could feed lions of corruption to scions of industry embedded in silver

clouds listlessly sagging for want of athletic support and military subsidies, not to mansion castles

in the sun-dript splendiferification militant mendicants dare to suggest as a byproduct of ruminent

pronunciation. On semi-permanent display at the Museum of Ignoring is the pencil collection of the

late Maharaja of Washington until viewers can coroner the carpet left of nowhere just in case the

next delivery of arms to the Leverage Society Caverns is interrupted by a mistranslation within

Section IX, Paragraph 7 of the Galactic peony code. Recent reports tend to incinerate any whimsical

menus containing recipes for Unix pie & trumplings, although refriable sewers prevaricate other

mothologies hive bin predilections spewing from the mouse of honor just as if termination of haste

would cause any defection of flavors to be truncated. Shelf analysis in wonderland might be a viable

infirmity when two consider offered alternatives that involve tortuous mental extortions to make

a simple chocolate truffle dance and shake waffles in some sea of trouble double-brewed and aged

for 70 million years, contrary to the original secret recipe.

[6 July 2014]

Waiting for goats to mature in paleolithic mangers was the task of numerologists aligned with these

wobbling planetoids after the second dynasty of sneaky invaders had planted infiltraitors in every

deportment of daily strife, not to masticate whatever cud was unavailable. Still, the aborigines had

to manage with what they could create from no-matter, using ancient ritual methods long forgotten

by their clancestors amid the smog of histery, mystory, and wisteria as laid out by traditional pure

idiocy. Going forward, then, in full retreat, multitudes of pioneedles suddenly at last breached the

gaps in the time barriers which stretch the fragile fabric of never to cause when to blossom like a

petrified cactus on holiday from patching rents in hampered sails in order to evaluate experimental

guesses about spacematterenergy hitherto obvious. Tuesday only, half off the usual concurrence

of nopinion and conniving spit which Tuesmorrow will be back at its usual outrageous extortive

figure; thereupon better act up now to fivestall penury by foresighted economeous behavior as was

prophesied in the Pantographic Analecta of Sri Prolix Solongitsbeengoodtoknowya. Notable except

for nearness to creeping features under cover of advancing waves of inspiration carried tenderly

under the swings of a slow wide cownicorn was the laziest rationalization of perfidy ever heard

on any bastion since pep was a huckster.

[10 July 2014]

The storm at the end of thought can be just made out from the towers of reason wagging the tail of

emotion if one has sufficient magnification ideally non-optical/non-digital and of a sort of luddite

constitution, based on several conniving alphanumerical symbols out of cabalalical nuisances by

Mahabharata and Tales From The Crypt. These are tales well calculated to keep you in suspended

animation for the casual spell invisioned by nefarious nectar-robbers in their hideous heinous anus

dream-picking from the knows hiding recepticide activitudes hysterically derived from drivel-powered

benedictions laden with apologicalisticalonicism. There, I mis-said it. April being what it wasn't left

no chosen trail of options retarding certain muscle groupers building super camps lined with the

bones of actual re-enlistees embezzled into the wails of disjointed disappointment at the let-up on

ROI predicted by the animal report from the beard of drones (collectively). Thereinafterfor nothing

can be gained or predicted/predicated on the only assumption palpable within the limits of litmus

shavings taken from the honeys still clinging to abhorance with the intensity of purgation or the onus

of ritual putrefaction, or the beautiful delight of phonetic dancing ghouls. Preaching of golf, a funny

thong happenstanced to measly measles on the whey from the foreign affairs orifice; indeed, such

an unspeakable replica of sonorific proportions as would betray and befoul any hears earing it

for the first or last time and, if suitably oriented in spime and tace, would bring upon the perceiver

and all of us the deadly petals of the Snork tree.

[3 August 2014]

On separate occasions occasional celebrities celebrated their various variations to too two terminal

tutus twisting tubularly betwixt fields of fables and tables of gables wrapped in sables such as other

crap tables preying on the house of cardinal pointers in the struggle of mouse against louse. Here

we see several severed sensations sending sentinels sedentarily in a stealthy mission to measure all

snorts of vanishing virtualscapes perforated by regal aliens, most of whom could not select a ripe

pear from a bushel of stones painted blue. One such situation called for interclimatic police antics

to unravel a barrel of cantankerous moron monkeys which were accidentally drafted into the Marines

by a cleric's error in counting souls overflowing with penthusiasm, seldom found this far south of

Epileptic Gardens Memorial Park, since its range is somewhere north of Seamless Valley Estimates.

However, in a dimension of increasing anomalies, it is not sewer-prising that the sewer prize has

been cosistingly awarded to those whose tunics disgorge awesome floods of whore's droppings in

preference to legations of minimal orthodoxy covered in the sins of roving bands of national improv

arsonists, who like their four bears, haven't a canoe to puzzle in, or a pad hole in up your creek.

If we swish, anything might co-happen next to tamales with curly crusts begging for appetite pearl

enhancers to clean out the foggy ovens of permissive perfidy now only frequented by the elite caste

of vomit-prancers wheeling and stealing their whey to the top of Sysiphus's mountain.

[9 August 2014]

Other thoughts occurring handily by lost fortune whence table talk blossoms in aching beauty as if

nothing ever such daily toil was a tool for permanent patience like seldoms of partitions in their one

spurt of development in a sense of centuries ignorant of palatable pressures. Next to degrees of sure

serfdom lie feathers of lenient leisure causing waves of dusty gelatin molds to castigate prisoners of

cell phones and punish leaf-blower operators and owners of car alarms as if in limbotic patriotism

mollified. Paper leaves cannot cascade from pools of rudimentary and petrified archaeological digs

abandoned to massive time travel hawkers or historical theory barkers without themselves becoming

entranced in votive rituals of manifest space stretching labors not previously crenulated. Case after

case of rotten wine has proven that the instance of repeated reticence on the part of cavalier amateur

choreographers and their nonchalance in rigid line-up identification skits is only nebulously and hotly

proportional to every non-deciduous lollipop waved over the tombs of unknown shoulders where the

flying salt is. Any other day, one might find ceremonies regarding monies among the monkies of the

highest realms of mountain valleys scattered with UFOs in designer colors and streaked with ribbons

of whale snot in the belief that Leviathan waved the rules that determined the puny fish meant good

forty-nine tables of logarithms printed in Armenian comic code.

[30 August 2014]

Whenever whatever discontinues there could be an implosion of statutory writes not combinatory

with circumelevation concerning ladders of heavenly conquest latterly gilded with incremental

excrement by the glary best hostile designers. Alwaysthemore, peepholes providentially provided

at some extra crust to the abuser will often gather dustless mistletoe around its pedestal together

with a clutter of pending and penitent pedestrian pederasts to the dismay of students of historical

ornithology. Some of the blame or responsibility must lie within the militant expansionism of young

amoebas in their naïve yearning for portability among operating systems and galactic servers tied

into cosmic clockwork cucumbers by inflated grocery prices. Any mention of wealthy tea servers

found in the pages of pullular publications between advertisements for nose enhancement methods

and the laziest ways to make a fortune would simply show the povertaste of both plubishers and

rioters. Since criticism is the lowliest form of showing of one's yeknowledge and twaste, it is soon

oblivious that those who do, do, and those who dont, don't do, as any doggy's nose. Leaking of

spurning, who was that casked man writhing by on the hopeless smelephant with runny trunk hung

to the mossy rocks with feathery gold implements for burglarizing Federal Reserve Blanks in broad

nightlight?

[22 March 2016]

Now wind howl the hollow traipses that necessarily scours the dregs of manifestation pursuing all

divine ambitions into the branches of mortifying and tentative tables charting neverness in terms of

binary obstacles for want of a railroad spike. The one won battle stage coached into readiness by the

if chance for dividends accruing crucially in relation to moribund evolutionary steps of a spiral DNA

staircase of diffident pretense pressed between the sheaves of glass harmonicas in a pile of tasty old

monuments wiggling in the breech. Pencil in a thin brine of castanets in swoosh for the sake of not

forecasting the upcoming Broadway predilection of Shake That Throne, Thane, soon to be shot down

by proclitic parasites huddled cozily in their galactic diapers and booties after wishing to chomp up

everlasting lipids with stingless stolen teeth. After the mastery of torystelling comes the haste to be

effervescent in the tactiles of paranumerous rebels on the bones of saturnalia exposed for none to

see through the maggoty meat of the subject to bouts of animalosity throughout the spanner only as

complete orneriness contributes to the composition or recipe as a catalyst of syntax backed by law

and transition. Always the less, it cannot be essayed that green efforts will not be tokens attacked

in triplicate for the circus of propheting defendable audiofools couched in summer slumber while

half around tumble the shards of blasted sitting scapes dripping with the ooze of centuries cast on

gelatinous examples of corrupt corpuscles muscling in on the neighborhood gangsters spoon.

Fed by tributaries costlessly peeping out their candle rousing ebullience twice reeking of camphor

cocktails embedded in rock created montages streaking through application forms to teach the

finish line with a period or colon extension fashioned for deep velvet cush jobs with accordian

parchutes gossamery edited for terrors in punctiliation.

[24 March 2016]

April recruitment quonsets billing whose every crook and nanny demostricates wherein living issues

notify testimonials on the stage of devolution least expectorated by the afterburned fugitives near

the edges of cartoon purgatory, if that. Now that elements of matter mutter in groups of ninevah,

it begrooves homeopathic evangelists to quote endlessly from the works of tributary sanitation

engineers for the elevation of stati on behalf or bequarter of any remaining hangabouts still being

here, and after the brunt of beadle heaps settles onto nano surfaces, it can be sad. On the hole, one

could be spoke to humor the bored lords of authority in their capsules of ivory diamond meringue

easily surrounded by eager believers to an extant inexorably inexpressibly inculpably incessant as

the very currents of space in their march of slime. Worries about the future of futures is about the

same game as the concern for concerns on the skids of scads of turnip seizing elephants intent upon

plunking down invitations to a betailing, but elevator square dance rinks bespoil anything thrown up

by dinosaur chops for squality, beausty, or usetility. Mutts continue to percolate into the creases at

theatrical grids only marketed by inculcations including increments incredibly inkstained whither not

the gate bursts its steams to pursue persuaded dreams of panheliopoly or orphans practice parenthood

as a palliative fragwaver exorcise.