961.

rivulets of chillered mother wine may well crap against a motel of noise and car-stores; & a bed of fragrmented flowers
lays me around a townered tawny bill where neon citadels sunderise a carver of rats and claws; & a sea of segmenters will
dress down for books of labile hours....

the runny moon of the dead
rapes missionary day?

ho?

while wicked weekend cunny men create a morsed horse from a cammy drain chockered with celling mod-mills
O as a bed of hens carves a sleep-force from scented sentimentalisms' &, taunted by fleecers, a junk-force
bends disembowel outellers of xmas-easters rend & adown a blood-pistol, dragglers of wasters grind mouths from gorse
adown a blood crystal. And when once we sweat for rivers then we pant for exquisite mirrors; & american cabin carts sever blonde bays & mussles..
& i will enter yelled faith as dillers dream of filimic dragonflies; & a hearse of red blinds shivers. Uh, we are caged inside
dolly dukedome..-.. & as a wet tribe truckles then bound cablers crash, crash
O

cum push down my thumb - let cunters tread waters when fazers fade into bitumen
..

i have left my life alone
, i have shot gill christ
but a stone is all alone?

. Eh..

heated by valves, a bended bounce of ice freezes for a fat feral fan-rose: oh, the endless skull where cabined christ
sweated for cold cunt-chips a bed of closed crows

when once a madam in shent mist has odes to heaven: thunder-written, a ball of rubbered plexi-glass has
three starred stations that shoot budded buddy bullets under us shoot a kite as
we use a knife to heal the poor
& a bud of iron rots for Saturday's
endless store....

O

962.

we supper after sex-shields- o, we use a bare-wooded pear-headed countess to sally salt laughter..o a bod of fever cock-creels
under agates & smoothies; & we invert good times for bellies & sex mess. ..
when once a sad mind shits, then we may test hard bowelers; & we may strain forever & a levee lams sweat leathers. La
we supper after sex-shields - oh, we use a hauled self-death to practice a dummy war-way; & a dummy war feels wards
wiping breasts on Life...

eyes are wrought from burners
& i say Ahh mucky men folks to old bikes.

the old & silver silkies of a sad mum mop green floors..o, the rolled & killer milkies of wards weep under corridors
o i am painted by sleep , Ah, the sun-mind of twixered tonguers stoops to earth as it burns; o, as vinegaring rotors stir
every single livid thing; &, o, once below a mind, we heard the dead mien drinking hissing renal sex-cabbage
o once inside a crime, we saw the dead men dreaming of lovage; & a bell of butchers sea-slams red
cotted cottagers.

this side of the past, we lose all rivers - this side of the vast, we lose all sensate mirrors & as we slide to fatal sleep, then
blue boys will quiver?

ideal bone heads harden for sin
sss

the doggerel men chant cannot cry for wisdom..o, the crap old gals chant cannot force good tears to cry at all
& a cunt of iron falls for greasy grieved plants- once above a war-wynd, we shot all gunny fevers
& the doggerel men chaunt cannot cause sad weeping anymore, & a wicked sky of wisdoms
dreams of doggy Divas
& doggy Divas last till rape of day?

where once we picked a dock then clay belted musk with porno lust & we shallowed kids
& we swallowed dust- strange day
dons a belle of Zion...

the doggerel men chant cannot suffer light
& a night of peacedom
dream-lights pierced mad mikes...

mice on pussy stages are never white.

963.

the feverfew of the flaccid cold crap against hangers- O, rolled mould messes with wiping piper cheeses
& a happy birthday under faeces shows sex optics to a tree of fleeces.
& once upon a vine, we rode for crow-cries; & a crucifix of devil-droves delve for crystal planets.
& a fever of a family feud hits the old stations of a holy foal; & we slap all hands; & we roll red rattlers where sauce-souls
ramble after Easter. Ah, the wicked prick of God tonsured natron calls after a nettle nation; - as a bed of buns blocks dance-halls we will fear
fierce lovers of guilty giddy shippen body-grinders; & fat flowers fall. And, once upon a mind, we rode for feeding black stars; & a cave of
scars snaps moors & we smother Iikly while tears spear
murderous northern musuems across yorkshire bilberry night-trades
yell, yell, yell
Ahhhh...

selfless killers mirror latrines & all love's country men must trample evil bathing soap-busts: O, strange evil mushed lust has many baked gobs
& jammed with sexy money a sea of musky snaily fuses heals swift honey-heads with buzzy humblers of bumble-bees & dirigible daddy dog
& a bone of baby rocks a kiss to sleep: O, when once a drill of arses heats oven-shakers then a caker of pure baked soil coos for batty clogs
& i extend a fire against shakers. And, while estranged by tusks, old greeny crypts force car-parkers to concertina Jaguars under glassed rivers
& we count down to gums
& a bell of fucked thumbs cum
deep,deep down
when a picker of a mad town

trips around the cars... La.... timed city bonds gag a clown

as cinnemas & cabbage men plant green goblers then a filmic kinema-fanny's slant will interfuse Hector with Andromeda - Gods
glisten where shopped cunt damages aunts with flown uncle junk

when once a billy mind hears a sloper
then weevillers of a weeping killer robs
teeangers from baby gold
& a bunny beer bawls after souls
& we sink twelve fingers where cobs
crap on promontories..

as kinemas & loveage men pat a rod
then smokey scissor sods
slaver after cat-caved cuuny dogs, &
we pistolise pissers?.
.
i espy wedded dives
, i define a ratted sheep-ride
,
Oh.

964.

the budies of the bodies hear a city rogue house-hanging eyes with swirled pillows; ahh, a dram of christ cries for flava; & a swift owl cuts life
adown from a fairy knife o a cave of cunts craps on light-minge & a swarmy swarthy enemy
sinks a padlock in a street of scars..when once we howl, then we will star in our own utterly illegal mindless pornographic movie
o the cousins of mirrors will halve hot solid pictures & eyes under tipsy pipping cum-tides will dam an evil buttered bunny English sentry
& out appled summer must
swing for vinyl girls.

a psychedelic circus harrasses guilty long holidays & a piece of rape snaps winer gas
,..
what with teenagers under glass
may dollied dazzzlers cut arsed
swaggerers...

we weave after wild weevils when old fasts starve hens to death..ah, we supper after beetles when cold masks clothe precious hems
& a bud of board men will send dizzy balls to sleep- o, gems drop bollocks against love's
spernacidiic aped hill....And the wideners of cafes carry dental fried egg and peas to a nakedness that heeds gods now; & closed gyms
swim deep, deep down when shitted obese male human charabancs suck an eaten hired evening; ~& manxers & forested nose-skins
forge parroters from stinking blue-cabbages; & coded sister monkeys
sharpen illegal doll-dead junkeys.

O- once upon a weal, we send sodden pigs to loud meat - wrens rend a Nazi shit-eater from skirty shirty moron-fears; & suckers must
suck a haloed boner from a hollower of greying Benito-Adolph pig-sleep
& chemic urine in a closed vaginal lave soul knocks tuskers with boxy eye-flavas; & a stoney nude
lashes lips to failing statues?

I have strapped a star around
old kids & endless cat-sounds
.
la.

 

965.

uhn.. when wearied with the hot cold sun we must lift a witness from the some magic hymns; & a jabbering gelled bone-body climbs
moon-water from a rented city gun; and once a bad sign burns, then dizzy dartlings will drag drakered human shelves uses crimes to
go gabbing for strong gentleman loses who feed from spoilt women
eh?

i idolise the ridden dead- sss, i whine after cemented laughter; & a bed of wine suffers sucky father; & a dolled princess rolls always under
bruised wives,- when wearied with the hot cold sun, oo, we must give a hissifer to a kissifer; & an urban suitcase which carries gold cullers
rams down six billion moneyers whose bankers get fed to opulent baby-bums; a bed of zion irons a rich face as godless bellers
splatter dolly seed across napers & nuded lubers of de fast fat london underground. oo, when wearied with a cruel wave
we will surely widen under lazed
salt-oceans....
wives of welled wolves cut guitars - whips of cellared pleb-pooves use doomy park-fires to arouse maiden from a human dulcimers
weeping pulled dazed horses- while too young, we enter a wormy finger abed with daughters of dammy decrepit sunny viral denimers
& ruined doom deniers strangle kids & we are as bright as freed lustive pigs & endless dragons drink dogs dry while formless wagons drink love's high.
dukes fawn to apes uh, silk spies supper for naked fools

when wearied with the hot cold sun, we must lift a witness from king lear's cracked cheek; & a jabbering gelled bone-body climbs
moon-water from a rented city gunnlers & when once a bad signed wagnal burns, then dizzy darlings will drag draked men
& a gabbing gentleman loses women
eh?
-.
we enter a wormy finger abed with daughters of deniers & ruined doom deniers strangle kids & we are as bright as rusk-rigs &, uh, we see rise the secret eyes
of dunny stella fathers whose passion for day-lit criminal heart-highs cums huffing vinegar grids

so many men, so many.. i did not think so many...

this pursed world ends with boys..the rehearsed girls of scanned men drag lakes for sexy lime...

ENDED, we stop true love
ENDED., we shop for blue god

unh
when wearied with the hot cold sun
o we must lift a witness from the winds
& a jabbering gelled bone-body climbs
moon-water from a rented city guns
when once a bad sign burns, then
dizzy darlings will drag draked men
& a gabbing gentleman loses women
eh?

 

 

966.

a crocus in a deep heart hardens after dames & reflective dandelion-clocks; oh, a lippy sin reaps a sea of locks
& a bald sun cries once above a mind, we summon searers from dammy dated camphus bubblers; & when once a furious sqautted power
leads old nicks to dirt bread and arsy nipplers from oaxy dazers, we will gun for a sea-slammed shouter of infective head-dower
& a Leda of slaughter
cuts a killer from manned rain?

a crocus in a steeped heart gardens after daffs & cocks, & a noonday hour raises garlands & a spume of ladies
cuts a spectre from a loaned soft
creamy killer....

Amen to the red skies...
Farewell to kid's scribes...

An occidental vampire of a dreary heart lays loss to daddies. o a fantasy sun-fire voices a deep Ark & a bun of tyres
teeters-.. As a blue spire bodies old pyres from skirts then the robbers of the hurt mark old burglaries with policing spires

when once a weather in the dark rams a fantail roundabout a park then the wallowers of shaded rape
sups a pounded mirrror
O

eyes under whippers nip papers -where once fathers snip pitters; then old patter-birds will bag cockerels & cagey female crags
& sins out-grab
keen fizzy curtains
.
an occidental vampire of a dreamy plasma-miasma of breakers of ratted bed-hearts lay loss to ferrules of de Cross &, stragged,
dogs get star-mangled by sweet stella coaxers of ricicle moonmen; and wry sickle moons will spread there farts for fingerers

dogs & draggled babies.

. 967.

we put a putty god where old flour danced against slippered slippery bun-caking mixtures; & a bolt of bodies heeds scoured
yeasters of flashed breaders of noon-days oven moon-sins; & when once a cage of eggs spins for
coded layered hearts then we rope a rag around helen-wards & a hospice in the dark
drinks deaths dry..& we put a putty god where gold flour bedazzled us with fawkesfires; & a bod of rubies had god's hour
...cagey killer climes cut a red sky & a bust of cancer rocks a dust drum where old lies
leap lazy nudes.

where once guilty horse-dust cuts a cusp of dressage & equine cancer into capricorn; o. a bed of sphincters will shut
crankled bullshitters of star-signs & cancerous bed-porn; & a bonce of iron layer after sluts
& we cry for winter.

o a soul of murder notes the time o a dodderer of helters swelter for shellers. - when once a bull bone shines
then fragments of lovers lead cops to dreamy fathers. And leathery maggots don old minds ingenious lovers
lap lardy warders & a god of rhyme rocks thet timed city of death's robotic female spunk and felony murders
& once upon a heart, faceless flitterers appear drowned under headmost false romantic whose ballet-bender withers for
candifiers of scarce dressers of dancing screws; & a porny puller pole caps dramatic penis-pissers who die for grey dawgs
. Oh, the rummy baba of a baby hand shuts up a peacock's liver; o the dummy larder of starved fowl-fissures rocks a kitchen feather
..when once a pox of iron sunders us then a bod of lions will stock a gravy bus
..& a mummifier of an old english dada use wiseners to space-griinside a brigand
boxes a tree of lust
& a sunny cava
drinks sex dry...

once upon a mind, we suffer sky...once against a world, sea grime craps into five winds..a mummy cloth has a bad mind....ah a silly rock roasts a
sandstoned lady-bulb as billy candide crimes claps cunts in fever.
this side of my bled world, a red river rams salt honeys adown a pulled page of money.

the bear footed countessa of a pearled mind plucks mad choked cherries. lo, the air fisted umbrella of a swirled mind picks sad berries
& a spool of tears trickles under libbies
.
where once aside a rhyme, loud bunnies burn a bucky carrot rabbit planet, then a bacon mask dreams of dummies
& a girl in season
hires a yoyo lissom?

the bear booted countessa of a blind mind swells inside a stone; & the moon-day week weakens forced sleep
& ribby fucked maidens teach love's
endless lessons.

968.

the coda of a creamed father levels crammy labs under wide wine; & weepy lost beered livesclamber up inside a devil
& we listen to demon-drives; & once upon a mind, a starry bride diseases dogs with meaty sorbet drapers; & a softened spiral sky rides
bluesy bended diamond drives & miraculous maidens will revel underneath a saddle moon
`& a penile raft raps a runed old song where
clapped cotton cavvy air

stop forever....

& the sofas of spilled mum levels cocked crocuses & the halls of death darken opuses with curling curling vaginal spoons.
& the crapping owled horse hand
rides a false pony.

some employ the dead to summon laughter. o, some deploy a bed to sink sad dreams in to & a bod of lions lacquers killers with
golden summer hairdos; & where once a berry balm suppers for darkest diners then a pont vecchio lays a fast maw & a wormy Ilkley moor under glass
exits under vast thinned hairless murmered murder-head-shoes. & some employ the dead to soften fathers & a blended soap-bowl will scatter swine
where rolling lovers lock a bald swing & eyes under midlife belt-swines glow when blind drunkards ram a fevered wind
& blithe gods give in.

oh we will swing around a swft cocoon oh we wiill eat the ground & a pile ofl love plumes after drowned
hearse-eaters. la, as a bed of minxes melts, then penis dunes will nag aside the dreams of oldened sindlered chiffon mast-rooms
..oh we will swing around a blue moon..oh we will sing inside sad beaker women who strive after brain-damaging carpetted poesy pisser wounds
& the rose of easter
locks long ladies fingers where crabs

cock a venereal Venus?

once upon a mind, sleep missions
sink pillows into wheatgerms.

o as for a city of apes, may we just sink luminous skillets inside sex dust; & what with gunny power, may swift lust lock a loaned finger
deep down within a painted mirror &, once shoved against a chanted wall, we weevilled for blonde blearing moused sea-gorge; & kindlers will
o a bedded gallery of straws finger bright brawls of hail
..
& as for thenburied, can we just snip a river summer from closed campus laughter- o we must
adjust to a clear day when
chillers can xenon city dens- There is

a pulled flight of stairs here
^& we are always accused of fear
& we don rainy bed-hats
& we ram blue pewter adown
crazy cunny boys...

Oh....

  

969.

outelbowed, we see arise a basketful of starry peppermints, & old eyes peer under sucked births
& a cancered bitten salt-scribe lays a greasy glitter where we nip eagerly eaten gutters
...&. uh, a maddened mazy gentian head-hand sneezes at the past - marzipan colllects pushed ridden
violet figures in timed masks
& timed failures fashion masks
to cover canes in
time-ravelling baby bins.

we have awoken in the day where the sad kissered sprewing mad street-cars swivel against a feinted screened bay
& bonded red calves chew haygold cow-patted field graves.
& there is inside of us a wet raging impossible liberal minded father-prude, & sex slots a clock where dyed T Rex
swings, swings...

teathings burn for hot beer -local zeroes lam death's ear & a drake of cool fear has light
binding booze to choker cherry?

o in a trice, a miner of midnight
will surely rock for cradle-vice.

 

970. reprise: GARY SKIES by singer-mad mauve poets who dream of surrealist head-medicines.

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla taping all the rings that slide inside a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies
cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary./..

bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart seem
chilled as mute apples up above
o

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary leas vanilla caping alll of the kings which heed gold hanging babylon babies....

oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...

they put pills in our motorcars
-as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars
then we danced inside rocked sleeved
sleasy ratty reeds
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town
.. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns
caressed berry bombs
& the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons
/ ?/

gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been
weeping, weeping
the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed
raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...
bad boys raid the radios
teased toys raise light's rodeos
&, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such
mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....

oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas
gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.

gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...

la la la lahhh uhhh././

bad boys, pistols & ploves
makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
bad girls, pistils & plagues
makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise
gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...

-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??

..
gary gary gary skies
never needs to answer why
gary gary gary skies
Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green Ide
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..

Lo

GARY SKIES....

Amen??

 

971.

the lotus of a blown flower feeds of old female chases: o, a crocus under a power kneads cold breaded sad spaces
& where once a car of petrels laces bagged weaving smoke-shoes, then a bud of winter hardens
razors in hidden gardens & the fotus of a loaved flower feeds daffs to dollies; oh a mind of theft steals hollies
& we danced for hours while the island of a sun beats down against blooded city cauls, the fingers of a rum-gun
shoot prisons while barred men taint
illegal paint & where once a bed at zero stuns falsifying gas-guitars then driving mirrors shine under
closed graves & silver cars...

an island in the rain melts for feints & a bodied killer heaps the West; o, a human brawl of iron-sidlers shoots salt crack
& nine nude hills raise sugar snapt dizzy grief; & once upon a mind, when gold leaf led buds to beak-grease
oozing sprayed mouse-cadavers went mad for gaols of pure wheat; & the nice sideburns of the killed will forever reap
curved city heat; & we drag a cat-rat from heaped
grey chicken...

we lynch a bell of glass as we toast the eaten dead; and we shout and a bunching cell masks us as we toast the beaten dead; and we
shout out aloud for a passionless past where nightlings heed bees and a dunny crowd drops a dazing dogger of dead decks under seas
and a bonny baby bone breaksdown. Deaths entreat us. Meads swim under cunny brine; and a stiffening fist-fish heeds gold beads
. and lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and waters. O, grey skin sharpens body claves where a coarsing cavern collapses under spind
daddy winds. Deaths entreat is. Bees sting lusts. Dangers cut sin as razors under starlife clasp a lemon gun in nine whored hands
and sunderers of moon-life rap a harvest mien inside islands and a bed of seasons swipes sex-salt from bolted narrow sands
o we have to harden after stripes when guns shoot old wagons fast razors under starlife clap a gourami sun around old male drams
lasers under car-life snap a sickening gasp with radio edams and lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and porter as sex plans
hasten to a forced beat where hardening fuckers eat Japan. And, lardy lemon metalled vein-games click for huge bloods where a
dunny imprisoned pussy pie peeks inside a bridled baby of canned giddy baby klaxons; and we arise from wheat as we ride a car
far west where hard wet pop is praying. O, dogs abuse a drams while the knickers of the female killed create ald ash from wigwams
uh uh, riders of old female mills shape cloth from easy scans, and a baby builder of bad times bullets after sidlers under dams
and a jacking boy-hen lays sweet rain upon egg-bedded grande body cops; and a sea in winter swims against eyes where ham
slices yeasty thrush pies sink into powder; and a sanded scram pipes penis-peace around dragged masks. O, a sea of woman
sends female titty toms to tailors of trampling easy children and lardy lemon metalled vine-games click for huge bloods. Deaths
ram tonged blue tongues down parted crypts where old Sex snaps a baby pool with twelve lost jive jams. And we heed Sex
and we lose Sex; and vastness under hot lambs reap messed buddy breeding. O as we chant wild heaven's mantras then
a pled pearling pussy field will surely die then fade to old men...

972.

sunny starry salt wives sweat for menswear. O, old spined sin wallows under vaults where a dreamy stare out-stares wind
and a bay of bastardised hair shits on shirts as coded hymns widen into laid christs; and dizzy diggers of dirt suck a minge;
and buddy breeders break a quite centaur with huge spade-limbs and baby readers are slowed down; and a family under skins
hollows a haloed head with dirt straws and drowned pinned clocking cocking horses; and we arrive home to find wind
charging into loosening cradle stains; and we heap spiderers under collonising cunts that weep brains as veiny idlers
hit to a fast procrastinating bled beat. Deaths entertain us. O, Self-sex sends rogues to crossed heat; and a webber of spun pus
gel a bellied bell-pull with eaten junkers. Oh, we hear musk as we easily lay a lopping lion with passioned flowers; O
we delve for lays as a filthy pled pulled pussy cuts gold and we thrive for graves as we peal a plummy old soul
as we drive to dizzy sleep then we hurl shoes. Cold cums through us just like pain. Odd drones dig rolled mammy men; and we seize
venal vibes from city goals and, la la, a bison in a city cage drops veins upon sold bodying bended biddy lotions; and we ride for mumma
and we shop the sexy dead; and we slide into manna.. Oh Oh, a cake-risen purple plume-bake has to stammer; and a boned bride's mind is drilled by fathers as
dada drops a doggy cliff upon a rat-mine; and we mine for drivers of lashwide queens; and we hear a wide opened gallery wall sweeping patent coffees off the
ward; and old fellahs sweat popping optics; ah, a bummer in a lift spurts for a titty essential lake which drowns all saddened flava; and ..
sunny salt wives sweat for girlswear; and labile dogs supper after wreckages; and weepers cry for drugs.

973.

cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me
la, endlessness of stasis has neveer been a jaunt for me
o sunny sickled wives sweat for fever as painted seed
scatters smelly smatter across Ides where emptiness
hammers city fields to anal concrete London; and trees
fall under wives; and lemon tubes carry tunnel-sleeves

cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me
ah, trendlessness weakens. Oh, a sea of cunt has me
writhing into cells. Oh, a sea of spunk waves after nests
and weeing spastic weirs drink from graves when sex
sticks a chalking pin inside ginny tea-trades; and sex
drops her snake-filled strawberry glasses under messed

laden lardy chained deaths; and eyes burn up for decks
and lashy cretaceous dimetrodons storm a T Rex dick
ah ah, as weavers of Indian suns grass after cunt-tricks
ah ah, as seizures lam fitting fams then gunned ricks
heat to grey sleep where hall-dancing dreams sea-slit

radioed wintry fast fuck. Deaths drink sand as cliffs
cause aimless suicide; and mad folks sing forever.

the statues on death's cliff fall from out stone-rain
o faces under blue self swallows mitts as gold trains
ravel into mad times; and a wiffler on a mount flames
after vasty vena birdy souls; and a sea of chairs
collapses into salted fire when a driver of grey lairs
fix a laden lady lamp with bruised eyes and snares

radioed wintry fast fuck-noise has to jack to the
rotators of a naked timer of boys; and rodeo burrs
vamp after fay fumes as a raiser of romantic nerves
lop a cagey whisper of a child with blind bluebirds
.
the statues of death's cliff fall from out bone-dames
and a grainy godded flex-cliff swills beery playdames
and when autumn in mid-July cooks a turkey egg
then a miner for gold mime kneels upon grey dregs
.
radiod wintry fierce fuck-toys reach inside beds
and, ahhh, how now does an istant garden grow?

974.

bevellers of hot glass canyons crush a clifftop down revellers of bird-grass; and burners have to keep a cooked town drowned
and a sun at night layers grey radio with gowns and a sea of mice sweetens sex. Death resounds
Sense falls away; and we weedle after Downs; and bevellers of hot glass cannons shoot a vast lipsis; la la, levellers of soft masks don old
maled ticks; and a cat on fire has to hiss for food as flea-tips tickle easter tissues with ecsematic xmas hits
and bevellers of shot glass caverns swallow baby; oh, devillers of soft casks cook de eggy Lady and a burning bath cusses pissers with brandies
and a softening evil smile shoots gas from family radio while wintry fierce cock-ploys send a medly to tuneless; and blood-spooners
supper after tripe-lubes; and hands and knees under swum bees rumage for boned wytches brews; ah, wax reeds dunder under stoney bitches as fayred blue leads
walk a face-tainted dog whose teeth seem dead; and the faltering faceless boys who weave eager ciders under solus divisions skin-parade for wasted kidders who cry
for guarded blue gols: o, a father of a dead friend hips to the wallets of sun-hearsive hallowers of gun-hollowed prince men; and a doctor under souls
accusers instant inkers of blotted brides; Ah, a church of dummers leeches plumed god from a fount-head where chinzty cherry brides seize a
daggerer of blue heat with fascinating softness; and a dead skull staggers as she scatters a horse of a phone to a cellular bulled
wiper of windy rapine ruin; Ah a fazer of a fascist films screwed babiers of blown dregs and xmas easter times; and hoods move
motile killer smoked smiles to eager winders of nice nipped mud blues; o we doll for dust as swirling gentlemens chairs trash grey lubes.
once upon a mind in a mown street, we learned about red roods. once aside a bad mind, we studied about the deaths upon roofs
and the blencher of a dizzy sweep suckered against blue hoofs and sodden westend markets crusade for malls as coded truth gives a headed rise to skins who go down; and we loosen bruised
cunter coda liced sex kodak; and we smatter after dun doomed greeny glassed genoa-graves. Ah, the yobs in yoyos rap upon screwed
bladdery buddha rock where a scissor of a prayer hits smoothed blind baby broilers of cockered kissers; and a laden latent nude
slappers hands of sweet dirt with billy stickers; O, sold sleuths
lampage for limitless star-fires that truckle out of dumb rain
..
the faltering faceless boys who weave eager sidlers under oil
hit to the wagging neat beat of a moon vixen; and a sky's moil
leans upon wide wives whose opening salt shade has to spoil
and a snakering sex tea-market kills under phlegm when soils
shit inside hidden trousers; and a baby under barns has to boil
and a poncing loud pig poppers grey grunters with blind foil
la la. Eastend boys will reel against the east as softening veins
gather up the teas with revolters of masked caffeines; O, rain
peal pelters upon shut hooky doors which open upon grey pain
..
ahh men...

975.

the slippers that clad death's s feet must shine for lunacy
o risers of rats rap upon death's beat; and a bonny family
shends deniers with deadends
la la, once a dead day, i pee upon god's friends, and men
slapper a soft sky with fairy hands

the slippers that clad death's beat must shine forevers
uh a heap of fat grabs for sleep; and a weathering jam
jackknifes into bodies. Ah, a dog of donkey dirt rams for
drizzlers of sane sex and killings

La
The falterers of fascist faces tie bald shoes with twine and fatherers of racist faces tie mad screws to salt mine
and a bay of tits tosses sunday beneath babied minds and a sea of pegs pushes flayers over ferny sea-wine. oh?
the faltering flesh-boys who dig for mean dirt times floggy features with blind news; and we ride dust as
eyes snap photos with kodak lurgies. Ah eastern lime lops a looter of labile lanes with eaters of dizzy spine;
and we breakdown as we send dolls to hot sleep

writhers of cervix streams swallow heads with
red-dyed ridden daydreams; and we glow for kids
and we rise from hard screams; and we sell pigs
O. A riddler of grey knicks will sharpen grey figs
and a dunny applecart picks us now. Death rigs
yellowers of maple marts with sun-sold misery

the slippers that clad death's body seem eerie
and a bath of milks shakes a lady when eyries
lay a dabbling dreamer of rakes with cock-cribs
and a silly swooner of fevers sweats for grids
and we lassoo horsy hews with fazing sex-nibs

a prototypical photograph peers inside the distant past
o a simmerer of coda crap films tears; and old masks
dodge after mouths that crack under rears; and masts
stop sailors of drought; and a donny carer of cut clasps
comfort gey suicides with oaters of graves and glass

a prototypical slippy sign signals shafted female flask
with tossing tea; and we arise for saddles in the past
and we die for nighttimes. La! a dyer for grey veins
vamps for shields. La! a cryer for green pain rains
down, down upon a false town; and use champagne
to toast bums with welters when a sea under casts
crashes down under a fazered thigh; and we rasp
and we scatter lumber for lasered sky. O, de vast
vamps for bouncing bees where a hive in our minds
whams doggy dicks aside hairs where Odin's mine
mines for greying shot wine. Death will lead us

976.

we bleed for benches. We read words to wenches
o we hit for leeches. We catch birds; and trenches
sink tawny teeth into tummies as a body of tenches
stinks to female heaven. Ah, a dyer of dying dens
droppers a female bar with lesbotics; and children
drag for pelted gulls; and golden soffits clad stems
and stationed grassy skulls scatter grey cisterns
deeply under thieving parents. Oh, a cot of christs
heartens into wax. Oh, a box of lights rams even
cavers of apple voxes; and we ride from treason

a protoypical photograph peers inside rag-prisons
and we lace loans with faking piss pay. Prisms
collude with cosy bright cunt. Refrangible reason
rotates inside a dirty mall. Death drinks dead dice
Self-sex strangles flirty soil; and wide dicky rice
swells, swells. Darkness pomades us. Days dice
sweetening yellow dustbins; and radioed sea-mice
scatter scuttering flowers across sexless serums

we bleed for peaches. We dine inside the dark
la la, we silence beeches as we drag the heart
aside nudist fingers that stab stapled violence
and teethers of peerers grab for stabled marks
and we dance in a reflexive park. Oh, sirens
spurt bacon. Oh, ravens caw for gross carts
and a sunner of sleevy raisins drop a fruiter
peal-first in an advertisement about a fevered
billy brow; and we heed hissers as we lever
greyers of lowering mead-hissers. La! mirrors
muck up a dirty money cup which leaps bark
and friers of ducky mummy winds into sparks and panners of sexy papers peal a pervy plum with both hands
ah ah, pippers of daisy drapers drag after lungs as brands
shop for dizzy drips; and a pervert in a silly gun shoots land
O. canners of closed lips suck blonde tongues with drams
and a bleachy blorter of a swift trip rubbles after Romeo
and Romeo answers to Tea, Coffee and idiot barbecues

panners of sexy papers peal a pervy plum with both hands
ah la, clippers of dirty capers cry, cry. Lo we use a lube
and a canny lashed lass trickles for wive. Lo, we use sand.
Cashiers of monkey looms spin sewing lakes. Lo, we use
ideal tauteners of baby with ruby rammers of blue bruised
bodying blamed starred banners. Death has to eat fused
blasty ocean-ovens. Sense sickles feasts with interfused
rabid rabbiting romancers whose dreams label screwed
pilied prison lotions; and we listen to creams as brigands
sweep coasters of cramblers with easy doggy hairbands
..
and panners of sexy pelters pee upon a pisser's wetted jay
and weeders of dilly rivers cry upon cold greying trade
and twelve year whores dip a pinted pick in their bums
la la, a widener of yawny sheep shits suck a gay tongue

O
977.

the medlies of the mad mind sweeten self with death
o memories of a bad mind sweeten selves with breasts
and a gyring knotted candle shines upon sawn mess
and a massy breeder mounts all times as sworn sex
lasers underneath purblind failures; and sweated store
swells up with raided menswear where a dunny whore
sinks her filthy fan deeply underwaterers; and desks
cane foamed dizzy arse-reapers; and a bone of frets
fashions mother marie from closures of daffy debts

the melodies of a mad madam moon mends into a
televisual transept when a giddy incenser climbs a
babier of bullied bullshits; and gammy febrile dives
abuse rotting spun skin where a dammy under lips
licks a hot-spreaded bummed dress with soft slits
O wee-wee daddies sullenise snakes from grey tits
and a bowl of flowers scents a soul; O, ladies trip

panners of sexy pelters pee upon a scissored weir
ah scanners of sweet hoards listen unto blue tears
and i see a bled boy being elecrocuted by swift fears
and a latent pisser of a mental man has to disappear

where diddlers of sunny money sell heat to endless mourning
then a killer of dad and mommy spreadeagle across evening
and a shade of wine sells bone to grave seagulls when dreams
drag a dotty night-life across cold showers where screens
snap a snipper of a dead god around seaters of wild beams
and a house of snout smokes a keen fag. O, wiveners scream
and a cruel canny eagle-store swells for shit as a bad dream
star-suffocates the rise of Pan with invidous city-pipes

panners of sexy pelters shit inside the wind. Badeas burns
wide mammy weds sweat; and a poet's tree tucks ferns in
a dooby shop of silly lovers. And a stoned storm of fled sin
swims to the daughtered hour, and curtains over forced burns
brags after volts when a sand for a stag scatters seasands
with one zillion hot eyes. Ah, i will not attend my own grave

the easters when i opened xmas gifts hastens to a festive balloon
o as winters end for soft men, a gigger of tinsels hits dead afternoons
and a whale-popped saviour sugars huge seas with sweetned
old revolving nights when i made my cell and laid atoned by it
and a scissor sprayed mind hits to a billboard braid as deadly lips
interfuse daggerers of noon-life with easy sugary citied remits

where diddlers of sunny money sell sleep to aimless dawnings
then a thriller on its stupid sides has to dream about veilings, and
a wizener of wide folks sink flames to sockets and a gizzard hand
jay-jams a dun eggyolk; and bitter blorted regiments of sea-sand
sloshes easy liquid sherry down a bitch's glued throat; and ships
sail for distant pussy as a laden doctor of blanched soap trips

across easter eyes when i opened xmas gifts just for the purpose
of raising romantic dopes from a dead night-shift; and jams
spread boot polish on bread; and i shall not attend to my grave
and i will never scatter my own ashes. Oh, we are young as slaves.

 

978.

o choice of mindless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and
as medleys quake then music sings for tears; and a brightness
sea-buries swift sadness when a puller of protracted sex slams
evil idioms of light where a burbler of killers cut a penis away
o choice of mindless youth shuts up life's midnight scan, and
whilst we wish on reined bows we surely come to cut seasand
and a slitted sail of a cockney saviour carries dust under trays

o choice of mindless youth sucks up a christ's peacock clan
and the wives of filthy reason lambast ghosts with grey edams
and a widener of dirty reason car-clasps to a drill of a glans
o choice of mental youths yap aside red lice where hot lambs
baa upon a welsh island. And we rise from dice as sea-trade
mashes a model mien from a dicky dolt-mess; and a waver

grinds plashy stinky pussy juice with beery jaws.Uh, labia
loosens a baby jive; and a repulsing jackdaw stones a river
and a demon's bedding sweats for sweet piss; and old livers
sink singlets of swift marsh under green masks. Oh, writhers
rope a Juliet with a high fired Romeo; and police code withers
and a tango romana mad banquo reaps a pisser from gizards
..
o choice of aimless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and
as daisies quake then a dodger of cunt demnotics expand a
glisterer of whores whose easter xmas fools befriend ganged
babiers of greased grooms; and bridal tap ticks around slammed
Hitlers of deforming rooms; and fatalists who cry, cry, cry
must weave a widow from a saline servile bad city eye. Lo!
ho ho woah.. a spectacle of verminous saddle cry hits lobes

and choiceless deflaming buttered boys brag after a rose
and a hoisted sun-peering shuttered boys bag after clothes
and i sink my eddied hands inside toys made from radios
and a bonny fayre of wax sinks waxen hands where rogues
urinate upon five blood winds where a shitter's pussy pogue
forces a fanlit facial command in a bowl of grass. O, toes
tingle with easy sexing rheum. O, toads trample grease where
a piggy of a pelissing shadow carnival ropes soapy mind-hair

o choice of mindless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and
softening labile cages calamatise grey features under air
and a wound meadow unwinds gaols from fascinating prayer
Death will forever touch us. Sex will forever burn wild beer
and a stoker of burnt cokers snaps bodders.Ah, false fear
entrampolines easy riders with slasher socks and shoed tears

and choice of midnight menfolk shut a peacock in dun shears.

 

 

979.

the wickedness of bedbound children heat a sea of pure milk
o the sifterers of bedbound women use a titty for some silk,
and a strangler's necktie ties old men around geezer-guilt

a choice of peacock hands shuts a doorway when grey silt
washes winter streets with fast grit; and we will heed silt
and we will bind a bodied bledbed to fattening easy pelts &
as timeless bevvies sink into lives then a closed kid floats.

the easterly winding summer swarm sucks across huge seas
ah wintry feline rivers smile for ice; and a belltown's sleaze
hips to a sal-beat. O, we summon christs when grey geese
bribe a gobbler of a turkey with blown nippers; and grease
swashes verminous paper kids with vined tears. And peace
appears peculiar when a gunner of a gassed pig dons meat.

the wickedness of bellbound women chants the mantra
o crooked nude birds use shit birds for sex where Fathers
swallow dirtied glued lip; and we cry for birches as sleep
sends a bodice of a ship to a fat sea where fucks reap
golden shores. Deaths drive us home. Sense has to die
away, away. Uh Uh Uh. A manx on a mad mountain cries,
and a waxer of Buddha craps upon lean mammal minds.

shouters of a cockpiece cod after sapphired baby bunkings
and a router of a cuntpiece cods after empying spunkings
ah, a bay of budders eats God; and a silly summer's wing
commands bastard nuns with monkish easy spread swings;
and we learn about baddy kids who layer dirt with flour
and we bake a soft babby rig with easy romantic pepper.

shouters of a clocksheath rod after flowers as dead ceilings
sink an easy pasture under sods; and a flying veiling has
two red heads; and a perfect smile beams upon shot glass;

the wickedness of bellbound bookers gangle for ape grass and
eyelids burn up, up, up; and we widen for fangled seasands.

razored hairy people peer into plugholes when a daughtered flower
staples boned fish to sad mad light; and rotated jemmies jump for
an eagle power which stabs rites; and idiots chant for whores and
shouters of a rockpiece cod after lesbotic peace; and wet wars
warp a whipper's wound copper. Dirt drives mess. Sex sucks tors,
and idealisers of rubber pee on knickers. Sex cuts boars and

razored hairy people peer into mug-molds as a doctored pig-pan
sears sausages with steeples; and we rot as a burnt bent demand
raps against golfed chapels. Death becomes dust. Sacked selves
serenade teasers of roped apple; and we comfort dimpled cells
and we drive from countied sleep; and we writhe under dusk.
..
razored hairy people peer into pugs with shaven chopped minds.

 

 

980.

a wind-sharing dicky ploughshare snaps for a foreign field ah mind-snaring picky hound-hairs heap combed red foam-yields and woppers of a licky loud lair lead sleep to grey mealed
bastardisers of puky bellied snares; and we ride aside reels and shouters of a codfleece fix faults to fans. Odd eyes bleed where weird Skies heave; and mental gabby goat gripes for raw seed
ah a router of de canny cock cuppers for bather's sleaze; and a bunny boater of sweated uppers cups a cunt-crease; and a wind-sharing dicky ploughshare snaps for a fast field
and a meadower bows to stealed straps; and life deals doggy doos to burners of kneeler's bunny knap; and eyes heal while shouters of a comic feast serve drivers to concertinas
o a cosmic weather-feast serves cake to meat cloud, and we supper for a simmerer when a beaten crowd winds casting wrought lions in a mummy's apex shroud
and we weep for England. Sex dumbs us. Sirens rouse a golly clown; and massive fucky men die in the east; and we weave for cotton shapers when a bone of a blown rapier
sinks an adult flava into salted vinyl waters; and we hit raiders; and we weave for cotton flavours when a stone of a nighter ignites a body lighter; and we suffer gems as a home of writers
rides upon word-corn. O, a bottom baker bags a bad favour and we sink a blue lip where a bone of buds brags for failure. And shouters of a red pox peer inside a deep sedge as hailers
sun-pelt scissor rocks with bled budders of plumed sailors and a boat of glass gutters for bad butter as mental razors ripple for drowner's doubts; and we use a head for a lover.
O, we weave for cotton shapers when a bone of a blown blazer buttons a carton moon with lunar hems; and a burnt milked twittering torn dumb mirror digs a dirty knitted pattern; and a drippy devil's old feather
heaps pylons under pushing penis pippy. Oh, a grey giver gives gritted gifts to winos; and we arise from fast fevers; and shouters of a red rot rocks a wetted hammed heart's shivers
and we shudder for cutted cures as we laden wed livers with eviscerators of the shunted curs that yap in heaven's cribs; and the buttery bleeders of deus dinners feed a foaled hot meal to skins
o a VD in breeders swirls cuckoo rivers; and we are fed to hot sin, and at the rear of a de bodies i saw a swarming shadow's limbs leaping leerers of screwed veins; and a doddy of a dunny moon
heaps scarred sunfires upon all tidal kerbs. O, weederers of gloom stagger for a piss as a mind-moon pulls drapes upon dead rooms and eyes reach after glowed gas and ivies spurt veins on gyms.
and blamed shouters of sex-boxed knicker-socks grind pantihose to pus, and denier dune-wives jar for a divorcer's mind where a purple statue falls from brides;
o a dolter of draggoners wagons after mental walls; and hymns swim for easily healed haloed EEGs that lead to bird shine upon a sea of twining genius mental-maskers;
and we rip from a stirred caned mind as grey gins swallow vidoed vodka with glisteners of lip-leaps and mary. And the buttery breeders of deus dinners feed some horsed meat to
dobblers of scones and killed cream; and we hiss at a hot rude stationer of inky pinky satins; and we kiss after mouthed dudes. ah ah ah. Dangling dead men pen nerves with teened trippy blues
ah ah ah. Fangling children calm shit birds as a cotted sea-shoe rots upon some dinky daddy feet. Old boys burn ties as broods

drop natally fatal dromedary coves upon reflexive dead truths; and skinners of savoury shutters heap a heated beat with god's maidens. o a dinner of family cutters creeps under sheeted lovers. Trades
topple a tinny teatray aside a dinner of herbs; and we seize lays and we dance for ashtrays. Swifts cry for hens when egg-clays sink a dolly nerd into instant butter; and we weeble for odd praise,
and we rock for a dropped heart which knows no way to feel; and we weave for coffin shakers who ignite biers with pall-peals and we ring a grinded pussy bell where idiots in heaven's reel
rot upon blue hours of light and night and impossible watches. O woollen wipers of flowers fawn to type as eastern witches
rap a dizzy fast bower upon daddy dusts; and we use bitches for skinners of savoury shutters as taping light-meat heaps a beated head of god's rinded gammon-baconed lickering leant photo-lense
come crying after butters of bashed sugarbeets; ah, sex slaves smash a smackered sign of lashy easy wheat; ah, salt-riches raid a romantic razor with mummy hearts. O, we are raised?

  

981.

selflessness has the jumping classes made common as the freezing cold; o endlessness has to thump rich glasses as a mental sun's meningital soul star-cherishes angled cunts with dumbing sleep where the sold
supper after super chickens who lay rotted eggs for the world; and a dummy breeder of rolled men deify a dirty road where daffodils in season sugar tulips dales with odours of red hair.
and skinners of savoury scutterers sink a blue knife into butters and an instant family takes coded pictures of easy mind-hunters; and a bed on a cured cliff fascinates tears with sex-cunters
o endlessness blows like a puffed wind; and a donkey-lover leads all great animals to lovely laden life. Ah, a dinky feather falls to grunted heart-pleasure. Ah, a leader of mermen slivers
under a green urban thatch that riddles roofs with loud mirrrors. And and a mamma under neon rats rides upon radioed cut fingers. O, darling mice in a cat's lap get cautioned by claws. Lo, silver
stoppers stabby traits with gilded crowed hearts; and givers grease up as they roll for a cunt-shine. Death has no fingers. Sex has no killers. Mess has no fevers. Madness feeds prayers while
the easy yeasty tonged tongue of a petted cat has to lick aside rough birds; O, a stunned gun of a shredded rat has to cut aside odes to vast mice and dirtying birdy angels; and weavers of eyes
supper for masked christs where once inside a mind, my mind caved up for the vermined loud dead. And ashen buddy blinds strip a hollowed curtain from grey screens; O, I need a piss
and my local cavatina of a mad mind swaggers for a wet kiss; and the easy yeasty tummed tongues of a petrolled bat has to kick lickering inedible green veins from a knickering glassroom, and old tits
tutter for banger bread as cakey flamy forced flans heap hips and a dunny dictator to the eaten dead flash across blue mist. Lo, a sunny shadow of a sexy crab cuts cured pincers from a
dolly of a damager; and we localise vast phones from red cars; and under a green urban fire, i noticed just how neon burnings scar a bad body of a boy with nostrilled funeral hards; and grey stars
shake across meths as they look down upon a burnt sex card and, o, we cry for sin as we weep for towns. Deaths use head-marks to sex-abuse clowny crowds; and a village of candy calves
crashland under pullers of piss-proud prodded adult moggies and disembodiers of rivers sink a fist within vaginal buddies.

these easy emptied days when a saddening mind-man stirs blue bended dyng claves must surely listen now to curves and a benny blonde boy blorts up; and a dental lipped nerve
lashes briny bubblered sea-skirt; and a dabbler under bummies bed-bangs a baited blood heart; O, narrowers of vein-furs fashion a magical motel mine with mammy faces; and herbs
swallow salt suicides. Deaths drape a pisser of a thrill as tautening fin-Sex swallows florid bed-gum; and meshy macadams tar us with wet gills as, under a mean urban pyre, i shape ingenious effluence with
buzzy banger bods whose bastardising televisions screen-dig a dancer of hanger-luds; and we suddemise softening ribs and we weep for wide kites. Lo, a spastic of an easy frig flashes hooty fingers inside a nude direction for wanky pigs
Oh, seasons of model motel curt salt-madness swing for a green beat; o sad seasoners shuffle as sadness swings for heat and layers of scuffled glass grass about sweat meat.
Oh, seasons of motel madness slide inside a sea of eyes and a seasoner on its side sweetens paps with tides..o pufflers of peeing prides bell-pull gods with wide
wanker mictioners; and a city of skull-gods hit eyes.

under a mean urban pyre, we rise from death's spies.

 

982.

tidal slider cogs don timed clocks as dinnered wives sweep embers into canny chilled kitchen surfaces. O, and evil coded arches arse after mental tyres and seasons of motel madness slash a scarred star
and we weedle for Rome where candid cars crusade for sexy bonnets; and motors fade away. O, tidal slider dogs yap as they bark; and grey claves
collonise the dead with livid men and dirty graves; and under a mean daddy fire we see rise euphesian winds while a dream under mammy focuses upon old sindlered vast body ladies; and we suck a nut as we swim
for dirtiers of bad city lakes; and we cannot sin and we canter for maned cunt as we smell skinned baby emotions. And a dizzy car carts vans with
grey fields where pure waters pray. O, grey lips swallow eagle prides as a swallower under raised figs swashes seagulls with fanny glass; and we prick a
dollar of a cage; and we ride the past as wee scars oxy tongues with petrol resins; and we chew star. O, under a mean daddy fire we see rise a fast wind
and a doggy bottler of tyres rides until speed spins and ladderers of stocking shops sell cunts to cured caves. O, bladderers of pissing shops sell pee to shitted slaves,
and we arise from nudes to find a blind hot grave and eyes eat into wheels as a body under blind trade swallows pretty guns. O, a sea of snippers sex-blades
a bonny of a fueller's cock-fire; and we ride for raids. O, under a mean doggy fire, an easy father of the mad swells, swells; and we expire for easy lathers as lads
crash a toy car; and weedlers are demure with sad body braids; and we cry for whistlers when cold caves cry for flinted slaves. Deaths dreams for plied lusts; and ladderers of sticking shops sell cocks to a blue cage
and we see rise the secret wind as fishmen rage for deadliness and eye-bitten rape; and we fuck wards.
Oh, one eaten day when a nighttime of killers jack-knifed from a funfair then a bed of murdered children-laughter rams our minds; and a swift hill falls, and easy eaten graves sup from a dirt-cup when
slutterers of old men piss upon curtains; and old men cry, cry; and an open wheel burns for sanded women.

under a mean catty choir, we swing as we prowl and an easy tatty fire jams hot volts with meat-cowls, and my easy cat meows for meat; and a baby-towel stinks. O, eastern blue rapiers rend a raider under a
vampiric slink; and as times die then mental owls hit to a piggy beat. Deaths drool for dust. Deep fowls flashes pheasant pictures in a to a penis. Red rolls sink frency fingers into a bather's soul; and grey stars
rock the naked heavens; and an oldtime funk carves a snotted nose beneath clams; and a sexy hoot-hard hollows out coconuts and walrus tar. Uh, sad women ride from eager breasts; and vaginal cartoons are
led to killered veiny pricks. Sex holds a bed-bath.

Uh. 

 

983.

the street parties of the silver dead drag a cake for a dinner of royal jubilee heart-bodies; and a rider's bed dreams of wars. o street parties under mind-mirrors melt under paws
and we celebrate drinks as a holder of a hot maw lays moiled jubilee tables for queeny kinks; and a rider of a bevvy tea-bakes stables. Ah, once a blind day, cherries
lay easy waste to rattlers. And deaths eat berries as gobblers of gripe use a night-light; and whores have to ply for pints of spite; and a wived old ward
rams hospice heights down pikes. Uh, coded doors open out on a strange sun as a lady under shut stores suppers for dirty privates. O, a naked father snores
Dark lubber bait eyelets. Sex molds fucking gore and we burn, burn as we turn, turn.. END!!!!!!
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Rifflers of porn sever gas as matrial bell-cells rock a cocked gun. O, a bed of ash hits dells and bled walls scream where homes in hills
hip to a castle-beat; and castlers cry in mills and hell is borne from drills as hell is saved. And, as gobblers of gripe noose a night-life, graves
give risen caked head to a loaf inside shades; and we hear the sun come up in a hot sky's dirtied burning solar sonared radio-eye. La, La. easy old dives
drop from out rain. Ah, a bolted beast brides rolled dust; and we marry Mars as red lives sink god's goat penis inside a bowl of knives
and carriages of marriages ride upon an old train as sad stabbed cardial sausages grind bled meaty veins around lard-musks: And Deadliness becomes us and honey under stains
shutters a vased vibe with old rockets; and eyes leap to a deaf-blind beat when odes to blue skies supper for dinner gals whose easy breakfast
rises under coded mummies. Ah, closed masks crap for masquerades when dollies in the past are in the fathered cloths of gollies and grey hasps.
And carriages of marriages ride upon an odd train as bad cordal horses grind pepper ponies. Veinous blue fluters whistle into cagers and a bled clock inside a brain
hits aside the asexual quarter-hour. Ah, moistures stain blonde toilets with hot and cold champagne, and easy piggers of picklers strike plugs from sand
O. Easter eateries dull xmas with easing woman and we ride from spinneys as a canine hand rocks a robed gun; and rifled cunt-lungs dam
a babby booker with brigands; and cars crush for streets of dirt where a vanner of stars hears walls whipping cavers from scanners. And buds burn.
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Gobblers storm bells. Blown boys brag about cells; and heaven is born in heaven as heaven is born for
dizzy hearts whose filthy beat baits a cardial cord and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. And carriages of marriages ride upon a milk train. La!
a bowl of coots crashes; and an apple in a fast car cries for dead travel. Oh, a bed of beads has to stir coded sleep with wisdom; and boiled gold eggs purr
and, lapwinged, a cat of confusion cries after birds and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Oh, bum-dazzlers of prat-sapphires sink gold into samphire and
we weevil after natrons as outelbowelled hot trams trip, trip, trip. Ahh. we widen for wats as valvers slam easy hummers down humungous city slickers
O a bun of bone breaksdown. Oh, a baby sticker pokes punnets into pistons; and a Numbered river raises plummy fluffs from green-grey idle fingers
.
Uh.

 

984.

watery will-woven minds hasp across salts where bath-tubs in bloom suck willowy faces; and a clasper's floss fixes fast thread to a moon's
melted cosmos-breeder. Uh, radio reapers of rotators heave for wounds and a cunted sea of rides bells a maiden shadow when a waspish boom
bags bulleters with baddy belled men; Oh, once below a mad sign, rooms racketted underneath blue brawls where a whisperer of horsey runes
rappered after knocking dudes. Oh, eyes dissolve for easter-xmas and donny darters drip, drip, drip; and a bubby blow breaksdown and spoons
swirl vodka into coffees.Deepening deaths dream of Eden. Tunes cause exciters of a goggle gem to poke gold skins with fairied ruddied wards.
And watery will-woven minds hasp across malts where basins in red dunes dissolve just like postmodern aspirin; and a vault of hair cuts for tombs
and a bell of glass wrenches plaided bombs from dangling testicles. Uh Uh wee willy wide boys set a fatherer of faces beneath vesicles
and dobby drunken dabbler boys cause lemon eyes to go wide. Tails wag for pussy pies. Veils strip a jacked sty. Sails suck after gay nails.
..Lo. the vaginal wagstaffs of dented doom deniers drop a cunt into a bald tank. Dafflers of crag-castes crack-up. Shelterers of birded sweetened wank
swash idiot dives with stoned bone-belterers and a seat of cruk-shanks has to kiss across blonde christ as wee willy whippers rip vase-cranked
nuked nooky nights. And we arise from pee as a shitter under lamps wallows for fired amps. Uh, gods see now the abuser of a bad vale.
..Lo. the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the easily cremative ghostly pulled army; and sodded head-ringers hip to good dust where an Isis under penuries
pulls a sodden bed from dreamt lips which caress a kisser's melody and a dog of dens drags a torn maned toothcase; O, rotating honeys
hit aside gods when odals of pled porn pelt a deadness of sex-lunacy with rubicund worn misery; and the helters of sadness sup a cut nut
la, once upon a swamed mind, a dirty owl hooted after a salter nut la, once inside a stormed mind, a filthy doctoror of a pigging plume-put
had tp abuse a blue-blind stethescope; and as a dawner of king Tut tries a pisser for veined vast rainbows; and a dogger of a ferine mutt
melts aside chained corn. Ah, wideners will go wide when money pisses from a rich bum. Ah, sharpeners of floes fly from old baby
..And the harbingers of petrol misery must turn a burning face to the curtained billy enemies of dilly harpers; ah ah, a vault of genes genetically dusts a shawn sickler's fantasies
and a wife of ducts dunnies after tusks where a doll inside a mammary feels for titty suck. La La. Invisible sunny lenders bleed bent closures-
uh. Old children on the moon strap a coked lap across fay exposures and a dizzy chicken chops an egg with turkey tithes as coptic guns
shoot filthy lovely porn-TV with a digital doner of kidneys to ghost sons. And, the vaginal wagstaffs of the Thames teases cogs with barblers and
ideal pushers of pussy phlegms press a valley bell when small islands ram doltors of daughterers with planet Death; and we flower for fizzed fans
ah ah. Ivories wed cool ebonies and a pisser of pooled pee pulls panned body-basins. La!! woven wooden wives weep for eerie Kosher drams.
Beaters beat bad meat. Potions poison sleep. Casement cram cans?..As dopplegangers of doled men dream about sireners of slayed mind-miners a dolly on a shrift cliff serenades
the sport-skirted bones of a writher, ah ah, weepers of a tea-heap reel inside the china east and coded liars slander after blue libel as the fearers of the flashed fuck up rolled fires
and we wallow under pyred tyres when a vampy scampii of green spires loosen tides with happily strangled neck-ties; and emptied dreamt fires
fasten a bluesing rash to a doddered dais; O, as we crouch, then pyres will rivet daisy craft with thinning lips in stasis. O, as we catch cod-spires
then a fast fished net doc-drags tawny tights across a bedstead when accidental eaters of coddy cunny cracks upon closed eggs; and pin gins
suckle a seal of slapped sleep and a daughter of guns shoots angels with tenaments of buzzy faders whose rabbit mien has to drive for digs.

dopplegangers of doled dauphin men ride mind-saddle when a hose-pig deafens a trippy harness with daggery tides and menstrual oil-pig and, o-la, as we burn for mangered boys then we hoot for a fig-wigged
bonny banged body breaker whose whoring weeper of spine digs after babbied bubbled lotions. O, a beater in a braid sews old oceans
lo, lo, a crazied mask has to pee upon ships as a magic master pegs a donor of a doctor to a ferny shaled sun of sodded gardened eggs. O, dopplegangers of doled men dream about wideners. Uh-huh, beds
swirl underground as a feast of Eden washes petals of grey lead; and a tawny teeny trowel cuts a rubied secateur with hooped bread
and a lazy ligron defines a tigron with bursting skies; and gold devs drink from a fountain in a perriered pussy. Lo!! weeblers sex-spread porny pissy thumbs with labile limitless earthed crows. Ahhhh. Sheds
scatter homegrown shits upon garden girths and wetted cocker cribs crash under bone-blown tits; and candles burn forever for sun skins.

 

985.

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sun; and laden fayres famish fetes with dilated mirror men; and parents of blind hairs hit against rides as a drover of city dens rots aside blown mares
o a lilted nudist lichen-strewn lighthouse deifies dogs with actors when a bended bead-gem grates a granite horse with bled cans. O! reamers of rotated river men crush upon god's gun; and raven prayers
dolly after gilded gymnasiums where potted potvaliant garden-gear dapples for mental tea-seeps; and slotted slutted mind-vacancies hear bubblers of hosy roses raised up from daddy dimes that spend for a
biddied bunny blanket; Ah Ah, a rider under mammy sends snares beneath a pelissse sheet made-up from tazer wynds; and tractors trample farmy thespians with woven rams. Uh!!! pee peals pears,
and, lashed to latent honey, a hustler of a hearse rides upon tears. And, clashes of cunted closed runnels rope a rocker to a weevil's insectoid whine; and
o plashes of spunk-led clothes funnel a dropper with evil cosines and a lady on the palled piss peers into nunneries when grey signs show a sinnner of a coal-clayed killer come radaring after twined
bastardised bakered bandaged string; and a father of a constant fast grind windmills after milner's clay. Coarsed candlers cut a caned night-light. Dorsal mangers melt under bulb-graves. Hoarse hicked shamblers wipe
a dinny fuddy fused dinner with gravied starved glands; and spikes pig out upon ermine. Sex soothes hairs. Selves move sally-bikes. Old teasers of hornered sense pulls stairs from dallied dabby-dykes.
o, reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's sons; and offal-pints drain a dolly fixture with twelve mared cocks whose henny glans-spites meld sassy skewers with golden chewers of emptying seaside rites
and a dobbler at a dog's tooth-eye eats under eyries when kestrel-kites colonate cotton cavvies with canny crazers of eastern xmas knights.
and clashes of dirtied filthy vases fill a parent flown flower with a fascist freight fastened to arses; and a donkey pendant whips a curvature of a canny driller's cask; and a steeded penant whips a
hitite boy whose washer of a fast hand hoops hops aside gay calves and a daffy of a dotted dinner climb cracks upon cops whose cards deal corruptive patience to a skinner in a mind; and policing marks
mass upon penon xenon zoomed gas. Dirt deals a bad heart. Ah! slotted palled rums roust after glass. Hurt heals a hard heart. Ah! shotted sprawled scum scatters grass. Skirt seals a sad arch. Ah!

reamers of rotated river men rush upon god's gum; and offal mites dig answering termitic ants when loud hashing guns ignite sweet delight's doner of sweet comb-tashes; and tassellers of flashing thumbs set alight
to dibblers of doctoring edam-crappers; and earthly hounds tree-pipe for a secret seal in a secret brain where natal pearly pounds pipe dizzy fanny ice upon caddied cakers whose butcherers fawn-pipe
giddy turkey shit mice. Dirt deals a paper cap. Shirts spit shut life and a bunny bobbing babe of pert peal pisses under coded christ. And, emptiness purrs for bell-baiters as wind-wounders wallop diced
billy furniture; and a cell of shakers scar-shapes hermetic lice all these fled days when badly rotted damsons fall from huge haring bled tears; a donny of dead-panned slotted ransoms crawls under beads
and a daddy girl has to heat a mad flex with twinned old leas. o, these days when familial sirens thral then cavers of bees swing to a stinging beat; and a bed under sprays don weed
and a bluesing buttered cranefly has to season coded seed; and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Snout smolders in a canny pie when a dicta in a celled bell routs
bell-pullers of pussy hide; and we weaken inside mounts; and a sun at night stirs dirt poison into lies. Uh, we shout and we die for heaven's treason. And blown bled touts
sell impossible cards to scratchers of veiny shit-sleeves on these huddled days when badly rotted damsons crawl, odd men-mien will will surely topple where a glass of brine toasts cold need
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell..la la, a wifeling for a raven swats winged body-bells and we ride against rice where a badly gingered well
wishes for deep drowning diddy sleep; and closed hell weakens for weeping; and a starry sheet clasps us with bready wards where a lady under a tree of dust
sails across a blackbird sea. Oh, we are fed to fuss and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Uh, these days, when a painted female moon cuts hills these hard days, when a sainted dead dune spills
coded spires into water, then a bowl of whipped rocky racoons ripen ropes with washed red corn; and we are killed; and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell.

  

986.

rose-headed old children cut blue cappers from funeral fells..ohhh clothed bedded rolled women suck a crapper as old peering sweat-dells hire a huge nude from gilly mad men; and a snapper of cells
rotates upon a fixed radio. Ald Beds creep. Cold dweebs sugar soaper blades with gold heads that smash steeds; and, ah ah, a bolt across a lost door opens into grey seed; and
rose-headed old chiller sin suppers for food-frauds when grey eyers of cold mirrors spin after hot caped crates and apple-puffed spermy prison,
and a spell of spun killers swims after flans and hot poisons and we shake a crate where beery body brands sex-heave thick panted ceilings. Oh. we are fed to brandies as trees
topple inside an elbowed town where nothing ever moves and we weave a gunny gun with eager oven-hands; and closed hens lay soft boiled egg as a dummy of mother's hands heal a lens
and a dummy body bay bites upon yeast as a thrushy life-hem sugars saline lips with tidal rites; and we lunch upon lost strippers; la la, we ride to county sleep. O, bown cut cunts hears winds
roping ruby rodeos with easy mental lungs; and we hear sin, and we rot for a cocking horse that rams a wheel-chair's spin swallows brute then dies. Uh, we weave wine from money
and rose-headed old children cut blue crappers with fist-funny fascinating funerals; and, ah ah, we sweat after families and a road of reason abuses de mind with a demure daddy
and a toad in season squelches within blue bawds. Ladies loosen pecker ties when a breaded bay of wards studies just how to eternally die. And riders of naves lam lobbies
O, we weave a ginny gun with eager onion-handlers; and dewy spy-dells sweep into crowded crow-masks; and a moistening mounty sends easels of fatalities to cunt-casks. Death drops a dumb ruby
Sex stops dead; and hell is most certainly born in heaven and heaven is most certainly born upon ignited hell. Raisins feed the thousand as a bone of blorted guns shoots garlands
and posers for easy sapphic eyes bend beneath blue ingots..ah, a peasy pearled cut spy sees into sleep as maggots slide inside love's stinking worm-gear; and a cat of crimes rams giblets
and a radio father sands a craned dun mind; and Loss leads a leaper to grey stereos which sing after de Cross and we ride from country rain when a bed inside privets
uses a dovy loud soft hammer, then a wigger in a tree scatter insect smatter across five thighs. Oh, poet trees teeter as they cry. Oh, poetic need knights mites as bees
star-hang a swinging scissor from gay drinks; and sleeves show rosy burnt wax; and closures of ice-rinks read about bonny bad bones. Oh, poet trees gather oak apples
and marches under fire jumps for greased flames. Civets swallow easy sky-writers; and a moon in March rivets blinded April boots; and weeing wolven welters cross a mammy mine with star-booted waxen skelters; and cars
crusade for hot crashes where a vanner of pelters scars a baby body beacon with Hermione and a bath of scarves.

posers for easy sapphic eyes bend for forget-me-knots, and a biker of pure evil raises biker christs from mothed butterers of hind-honey; and a bath at sea drinks to crops and, la la, i saw beneath bobbies a bedder of winter shops
and i opened up one ear to hear a deafening sphere; Oh. fast poet trees rap against false glass, and a carring loaf slices a poppier of a pinkered pistol with bunnied clocks while, swallowed easy bridlers bang stone. Deaths use crocks
Smiles use wrecks. Selves heed locks; and a spinning renal wee-sentinel hastens to a foreskinner of vagina-pox; and burnt rocks raise a roamer of puller romantics with naked head-slots
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. Huh! eastered xmas wives must go wide and shippers shit thru fasteners of doggy drizzlers; and dirtied chairs jack truths and the drippy devil of mistress Jones colours death's roof
And pluperfect spinsters shove a celibacy of idiots down a hot red mossed hole and sinners under splinterers dream of de family; and rooms of pure gold glisten as they glister. And a pervy bound buyer of wounded souls
layers easy caved castlers deeply down where a bell under coals kisses after sisterers; and a swervy nerve-bird brags about rivers. O, pluperfect mind ministers muck after daddy models; La. foals
flash just like a rocked horse when a dizzy dromer of dun rolls saea-shake a cakered bevvy butcher with raven-radioed moles and weeblers wobble in curdy river that leads ratters to voles
and made naked by a castrant pornosapphic blood-sun, a nuclear natron of nappered driver walls nine palls of treasons where a prison under a soft cryer craps for eternally screaming tears; and a priser of fay strappers
slams a rotator of a rugged hand aside bellers of darkeners. O!!! we hip to a fotal feat when s dauphin of a dolphin hardens clones.

 

987.

pluperfect spinsters shove a delicacy of egits down a weird brolly-doll and a gibbon of a geeking gangster has a renal moll for a ball-room; and endlessness jacks to jives as a coffee in a bellied sea-stall
sprays cold hot female gisms across a fayred funny tree-stall; and we crap into the wind as menfolks spice a navy dice with sodden seizured gardens of wakefulness and eaten green jizz.
and, la, while made naked on the distant run, a puller of wanker-pregnancy rids for a blowering tannin mind whose accidental presidency scores a fevering of fast friends; and a fairground falls as gilt boars
stink of teutonic wheatgerms. Oh, a face-filler of salted ribs season sallowers with veined perms and distant flexed cribs and, ah ah ah, weevillers will wash bands as hairy song-strips
silence body broads with easy wild wives and dying sloanes. And the delectable dollied bandits of creataceous smiles must strip washy evening tendons from sand-pits; and the arch of a clit
will extend under a vamping masted Venus when coded lips claim a dog-dazed chest from a weavered moan; and odd hips chatter upon rended knees when a dollared drone drags drips
deeply down inside cauterised carrion; and a cat in a fat ship sails for wave-scented tides. Oh, hillers thunder-study sex Death dreams of baby; and saline senses heave for old flex
Oh, made naked on the distant run, a ruiner of foamal faces has a daffy christ for an abuser's bummer dung; and a factory under matted venus-masts sucks a dammy nut; and anal promontories vamp for glass
o, oaken elmy grave witnesses scatter shitted ashes. Masks peer upon valleyed windows where the nuclear sexers ask for absolutely nothing but a bared grave; and the dug past
dons a loud shroudsail with flailing log-jams; and the old jack all donny failure fathers; and lost pissers used gold?
And the delectable dollied bandits of cretaceous smiles must snip a focal local yoyo with twinning whore-cabs which pay for hot tricklered wine-glister; and a sloane in winter must freeze a cog with clocker's kits
and a dockler of damaging domed musk hardens for meshed sweet Azrael; and made naked on the distant run, a petaller of pushed bins suffers faceless gristle-gums; and hell is born from skin
and red-bedded patrons to wild heaven skelter after spind weedy wove sex-sites; and a cellared cellphone telephones bluesy deeds. Self suppers knives. Sex suppers dives
Senses swirl for eyes; and weedlers of female rum-pies get illegally cut up by windowed men. Sentinels writhe.

O

old chilled lemon ochres have to collide rosy missions with weed..o chippers of melon sofas have to collide mind prisms with weeds and a poler of a pissy smoker chucks blood-smokes upon silence
and the rollers of easy chokers cram vinegar ties down violence..o old chilly crashed odours eat under figs where a bum of beads slices mamma mary from torn guzzly geese-grids; and old leaves
lead evergreen corpses into swarmed meese-digs; and cold reeds summon a saturday sickler to ram down bunnies where soft sleeves get moon-mashed with radiophoic perfect lashes. Uh, old dweebs
sit on purple hairs as the red gentleman's chairs snap washered bony brenders of barbwired christs; and a hot hairless father must swallow lice wherer birds cave in. La, La, pony chasers must
trust in doggy gripe. Gritty cavvied caverns grist to meated musks. And, made dome naked, heapers of vinegar saviours will kiss for a daddy dreamed bus; and golden ghost gas drives a vanny rope-car
and a bonny girl-gust has to ignite fugues with ignition.Cured cups carve weany dippy danger-thoughts from sirens under carved sheba cats; and a baby on a stage cries for a false audience and
old chilly demoned ropers wrap dunners in gourdes. Oh, our glans has to hip for sloped thunder or else die away in a darkened pan o hissy hospice sisterers kiss cured glass. Deaths summon scans
Sex rots trapped England. Selves swirl under buttery stone-stands old chilled lemon ochres have to collide rosy missions with sleazers; and, la la la, idioms of eyeless factories deafen blinded gay grease

Ah

vanners of a cosmic mind-killer drills for mental spatial drugged gold..o scanners of demotic mind-fillers drill for menstrual suppered mould and a delver of dragoned men file for sleep; and a dreamer's red soul
hisses for spread milked meat. O, a warden of glued grandes roll for udderers of star-flown chicken heat; and a golly dolly on a shot floor abuses a ragwitched rose with accidental sleep where coded wards
skull-widen into chimped gauze-glass. Sex dents a doddery rhymer Deaths suck on a curved vagina. Senses dunny heave after walled tomb-poled massive moon-riders; and a dummy mummy on a stall
snips a corded rail. Uh, facers of farmy fatherers snap a lit hall, and we are in the clothes of one zillion barmy smotherers. Dolls have to jump their jacking jackal jumpers with grey greased molls
Lah, vanners of a cosmic mind-killer drill for mental spatial mugged bready ochre sky-dough; O, lammers of demnotic spine-mirrors shine, shine, shine. Oh, foals
fold foamal feints into pony macaroni as a pisser of a dined soul shows spirit fingers to fascinating paintings of one zillion old rolled romantic biddy scars; and we weed after roman pealings when gold
drops a signal star aside blind-belled ambery hard-rain. Oh, a shredded cunt has to hold upon deepening cars where a vanny voled mammary melts into coals; Ah Ah. we have the sex pangyrics by heart. We know everything?

O.

 

988.

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. O, dragglers of deep death wallows under spawn when a doughnut in a thrift bell rings the beds of sex and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. O, drivellers of sweet breath
swallow under swarms when a cunt slut whose faces have flailed trips cheese thunder when the haloed city screams. La, La, a fayre in a dunny field has to sear slipped body basements where a cat headed carrier of sunny weals hips to the zipped
baby casments of rat-rended evil marriers; and a dubber of reels shows dipped daisy skies. And acid remits reap radio cells with cavatinas of garden fingers and a rope on the ride raps upon grey dogs whose patient abusers of killers
crusade after canine feline wasp-waved pig-dudes. Ah we weedle for wingers and weevillers arise from canny cunt-cages. O, a perspex stream hits razors.
and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell. La, dragglers of deep mess pawns pealed puss pods with eaten fairy dells; and we arrive to find a wed dress made easy as the riders of corn-crapped hell; and dizzy fires fondle after deaths
and fondant recliners daub a dilly dolphined donkey with drapes and labia; and once upon a bedstead, a lyncher of listless flayers fanned a den of old cars and a tarot teamster hands a bunch of psychic books to sand-strung mirrors
and my maiden mirror tells the dazzled time about vestal seashells and Mars and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell and sweated eyes shadow milky mountain demons who supper after dolly plasma; and a veinous meadow dances aside cunny when a davy doggy lamp shines christs upon grey tables. And easy easers of spastic detesters lime up for cripplered porn-spunk-junk; and a badge for a keen brain fastens a flexed gourde to rivers, and rivers tells her tale about her dead skein.
o, fasteners of gourami grit minnow feet around geizers of gods under wet grain..o, hasteners of cunted salamis sink a sworn rock around bellers of scented rain and a wivener of plated grey boobies bang aside milners of sex-shredded veins
and a bunny boned bled beach buns after crammers of vaginal teenaged mains and we widen into fierce blood. Death comes too soon. Dirtied silos croon. Sex slaps night's eye. Self cums for mad maled dunes. Ah, a sullen moon
melts into warders of trendless fairy graves. Uh a dilly pissy maid has rooms peering into bedded wine; and a book of slaves reads de bible to a cartoon.

and hell is born in heaven as heaven is born in hell and we are dead now?

O.... lardy lemony mental men scry after chalks and waters. O, a tree of spin wet skin topples into metal zen as a dyer of closed hawked daughters dam spind daisy weed. And the xerox rooms of the rose ram a daffy flower with
hectic donned heroics. Agh, as we beam for dunny curls then we dig doggy eyes with canine heroin; and a cat-head heaps a tailing old pig. O..razors under starlight shave dollie when madness is born from grids
and a flower at night slave a brolly and the rainmost clouds of kids sharpen rainy scissors with arching knaves whose easy bandit cribs crashland upon cures of canny dogs and ribs in gizzard seasons. Lids
drop cavatinas of demure baby pugs upon cusping canaries. Digs dollop damaged phlegm. Deaths drives our dreams. Sex dies out.
O.... we lynch a bell of glass as we toast the eaten dead; and we shout and a bunching cell masks us as we toast the beaten dead; and we shout out aloud for a passionless past where nightlings heed bees
and a dunny crowd drops a dazing dogger of dead decks under seas and a bonny baby bone breaksdown. Deaths entreat us. Meads swim under cunny brine; and a stiffening fist-fish heeds gold beads
O.... lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and waters. O, grey spindlers sharpen body claves where a coarsing insane bird-cavern collapses under spind daddy winds. Deaths entreat is. Bees sting lusts. Dangers cut sin
O.... razors under starlife clasp a lemon gun in nine whored hands and sunderers of moon-life rap a harvest mien inside islands and a bed of seasons swipes sex-salt from bolted narrow sands
and we have to harden after stripes when guns shoot old waggons. And razors under starlife clap a gourami sun around old male drams lasers under car-life snap a sickening gasp with radio edams and
lardy lemon mental men scry after chalks and porter as sex plans hasten to a forced beat where hardening fuckers eat Japan
O... lardy lemon metalled vein-games click for huge bloods where a dunny imprisoned pussy pie peeks inside a bridled baby of canned giddy baby sirens; and we arise from wheat as we ride a car
far west where hard wet pop is praying. O, dogs abuse an eve-adam sea edam.

 

 

989.

the knickers of the female killed create ald ash from wigwams..uh uh, riders of old female mills shape cloth from easy scans, and a baby builder of bad times bullets after sidlers under dams
and a jacking boy-hen lays sweet rain upon egg-bedded grande mal body cops; and a sea in winter swims against eyes where ham slices yeasty thrush pies sink into powder; and a sanded scram
pipes penis-peace around dragged masks. O, a sea of petrific easy woman sends female titty toms to tailors of trampling easy children and lardy lemon metalled vine-games click for huge bloods. Deaths
ram tonged blue tongues down parted crypts where old Sex snaps a baby pool with twelve lost jive jams. And we heed Sex and we lose Sex; and vastness under hot lambs reap messed
buddy breeding. O as we chant wild heaven's mantras then a pled pearling pussy field will surely die then fade to old men when sunny starry salt wives sweat for menswear. O, old spined sin
wallows under vaults where a dreamy stare out-stares wind and a bay of bastardised hair shits on shirts as coded hymns widen into laid christs; and dizzy diggers of dirt suck a minge
O, buddy breeders break a quite centaur with huge spade-limbs. O, baby readers are slowed down; and a family under spind weeds hollows a haloed head with dirt straws and drowned pinned
clocking cocking horses; and we arrive home to find wind charging into loosening cradle stains; and we heap spiderers under collonising cunts that weep brains as veiny idlers
hit to a fast procrastinating bled beat. Deaths entertain us. Self-sex sends robes to soft heat; and a webber of spun pussy-piss-mush gels a bellied bell-pull with eaten junkers. Oh, we hear vast castes
O, we easily lay a lopping lion with passioned flowers; O, we delve for lays as a filthy pled pulled pussy cuts gold and we thrive for graves as we peal a plummy old soul
O, as we drive to dizzy sleep then we hurl shoes. Cold cums through us just like turgid aching mind-pain. Odd drones dig rolled mammy men; and we seize venal vibes from city goals
and, la la, a bison in a city cage drops veins upon sold bodying bended biddy lotions; and we ride for mumma and we shop the sexy dead; and we slide into manna
O, a cake-risen purple plume-bake has to stammer and a boned bride's mind is drilled by fathers as dada drops a doggy cliff upon a rat-mine; and we mine for drivers of lashwide queens; and we hear a wide war
sweeping patent coffees off the ward; and old fellahs sweat popping optics; ah, a bummer in a lift spurts for a titty essential lake which drowns all saddened flava
..O... sunny salt wives sweat for girlswear; and labile dogs supper after leashers of bone-wreckages; and weepers cry for lunged life-drugs.
..O.. cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me. la, endlessness of stasis has neveer been a jaunt for me..o sunny sickled wives sweat for fever as painted seed
scatters smelly smatter across Ides where emptiness hammers city fields to anal concrete London; and trees fall under wives; and lemon tubes carry tunnel-sleeves and cognitive wide faces have never been a haunt for me
ah, trendlessness weakens. Oh, a sea of swarfega-cunt has me writhing inside birdy-cells. Oh, a sea of spunkers waves after oar-crests and weeing spastic weirs drink from graves when sex
sticks a chalking pin inside ginny tea-trades; and sex drops her snake-filled strawberry glasses under messed laden lardy chained deaths; and eyes burn up for decks
and lashy cretaceous dimetrodons storm a T Rex dick..ah ah, as weavers of Indian suns grass after cunt-tricks..ah ah, as seizures lam fitting fams then gunned snare-ricks heat to grey sleep where hall-dancing dreams sea-slit
radioed wintry fast fuck. Deaths drink sand as collapsing penile fanny cliffs fawn to trendlessness and nemetic bod-suicide; and mad folks swing forever as creators burn sluts.

O.

 

990.

the statues on death's cliff fall from out stone-rain..oh, faces under blue self swallows mitts as gold trains ravel into mad times; and a wiffler on a mount flames after vasty vena birdy souls; and a sea of chairs
collapses into salted fire when a driver of grey lairs ffix a laden lady lamp with bruised eyes and snort-snares; and radioed wintry fast fuck-noise has to jack to the rotators of a naked timer of boys; and rodeo burrs
vamp after fay fumes as a raiser of romantic nerves lop a cagey whisper of a child with blind bluebirds; and the statues of death's cliff-walls fall from out bone-dames; and a grainy godded flex-cliff swills beery playdames
and when autumn in mid-July cooks a turkey egg then a miner for gold mime kneels upon grey dregs; and radioed wintry fierce fuck-toys reach inside toy-beds
and, ahhh, how now does an instant garden grow?

bevellers of hot glass canyons crush a cliff-shot and revellers of bird-grass have to keep a dead town at tawny bay; and a sun at night layers grey radio with gowns and a sea of mice sweetens sex. Death resounds
Sense falls away; and we weedle after Downs bevellers of hot glass cannons shoot a vast lip..la la, levellers of soft masks don old maled ticks and a cat on fire has to hiss for food as flea-tips
tickle easter tissues with ecsematic xmas hits bevellers of shot glass caverns swallow lazy amazing coca baby; Oh, devillers of soft casks cook de eggy Lady and a burning bath cusses pissers with brandies
and a softening evil smile shoots gas from family whilst radioed wintry fierce cock-ploys send a medly to tuneless sleep where a naked lubing mind-tree supper after lubes; and hands and knees under bees
rumage for boned wytches brews; ah, wax reeds dunder under stoney bitches as fayred blue leads walk a face-tainted dog whose teeth seem dead.
and the faltering faceless boys who weave eager ciders under souls skin-parade for wasted kidders who cry for guarded blue bladder bols; o, a father of a dead friend hips to the wallets of sun-hearsive
hallowers of gun-hollowed prince men; and a doctor under souls accusers instant inkers of blotted brides; Ah, a church of molls leeches from a fount-head where chinzty cherry brides seize a
daggerer of blue heat with fascinating softness; and a dead skull staggers as she scatters a horse of a phone to a cellular bulled wiper of windy rapine ruin; Ah a fazer of a fascist films screwed
babiers of blown dregs and xmas easter times; and hoods move motile killer smoked smiles to eager winders of nice nipped dudes o we doll for dust as swirling gentlemens chairs trash grey lubes

once upon a mind in a mown street, we learned about red roods: once aside a bad mind, we studied about the deaths upon roofs; and the blencher of a dizzy sweep suckered against blue hoofs
and sodden westend markets crusade for malls as coded truth gives a headed rise to skins who feel death as they go down; and we loosen bruised cunter coda liced sex kodak; and we smatter after dun lubed
greeny glassed graves. Ah, the yobs in yoyos rap upon screwed bladdery buddha rock where a scissor of a prayer hits smoothed blind baby broilers of cockered kissers; and a laden latent nude
slappers hands of sweet dirt with billy stickers; O, sold sleuths lampage for limitless star-fires that truckle out of dumb rain
..
the faltering faceless boys who weave eager sidlers under moon vixen-oils hit to the wagging neat beat of a moon vixen; and a sky's moilers lean upon wide wives whose opening salt shade has to spoil
and a snakering sex tea-market kills under phlegm when soils shit inside hidden trousers; and a baby under barns has to fly-boil and a poncing loud pig poppers grey grunters with blind foil
la la. Eastend boys will reel against the east as softening veins gather up the teas with revolters of masked caffeines; O, rain peal pelters upon shut hooky doors which open upon grey pain
..
ahh men...

the slippers that clad death's s feet must shine for lunacy..oh, risers of rats rap upon death's beat; and a bonny family shends deniers with deadends. la la, once a dead day, i pee upon god's friends, and men
slapper a soft sky with fairy hands; the slippers that clad death's beat must shine forevers..uh, a heap of fat grabs for sleep; and a weathering jam jackknifes into bodies. Ah, a dog of donkey dirt rams for
drizzlers of sane sex and killings; and the falterers of fascist faces tie bald shoes with twine..la, fatherers of racist faces tie mad screws to salt minds and a bay of tits tosses sunday beneath babied minds
and a sea of pegs pushes flayers over ferny sea-wine; and the faltering flesh-boys who dig for mean dirt twixy floggy features will blind the deaf with willow ooze; and we ride upon labial cusps while pigeon
lops a looter of labile lanes with eaters of dizzy sugar-busting female faltering bed-vines; and and we breakdown as we send dolls to hot wank-prevented cunters
and writhers of cervix streams swallow heads with red-dyed ridden daydreams; and we glow for kiddies and we rise from hard screams; and we sell pigs O. A riddler of grey knicks will sharpen grey fig
and a dunny applecart picks us now. Death rigs yellowers of maple marts with sun-sold pig-misery; and the slippers that clad death's body seem eerie and a bath of milks shakes a lady when eyries lay a dabbling dreamer of rakes with cock-cribs
and a silly swooner of fevers sweats for grids and we lassoo horsy hews with fazing sex-nibs; and me and heaven's tarry wife reside at the Bodies

oo.

 ..

 

991.

 

a prototypical photograph peers inside the distant past and a simmerer of coda crap films tears; and old masks dodge after mouths that crack under rears; and masts stop sailors of drought; and a donny carer of cut clasps
comfort gey suicides with oaters of graves and glass; and a prototypical slippy sign signals shafted female flask with tossing rectal tea; and we arise for saddles in the past and we die for nighttimes. La! a dyer for grey veins
vamps for shields. La! a cryer for green pain rains down, down upon a false town; and use humann champagnes to toast bums with welters when a sea under casts; and crashes down under a fazered thigh; and we rasp
and we scatter lumber for lasered sky. O, de vast vamps for bouncing bees where a hive in our minds whams doggy dicks aside hairs where Odin's mine mines for greying shot wine. Death will lead us.
And we bleed for benches. We read words to wenches: Uh, we hit for leeches and we catch birds; and trenches sink tawny teeth into tummies as a body of tenches stinks to female heaven. Ah, a dyer of dying dens
droppers a female bar with lesbotics; and children drag for pelted gulls; and golden soffits clad stems and stationed grassy skulls scatter grey cisterns deeply under thieving parents. Oh, a cot of christs
heartens into wax. Oh, a box of lights rams even cavers of apple voxes; and we ride from treason; and a protoypical photograph peers inside rag-prisons and we lace loans with faking piss pay. Prisms
collude with cosy bright cunt. Refrangible reason rotates inside a dirty mall. Death drinks dead dice Self-sex strangles flirty soil; and wide dicky rice swells, swells. Darkness pomades us. Days dice
sweetening yellow dustbins; and radioed sea-mice scatter scuttering flowers across sexless serums. And we bleed for peaches as we dine inside the dark; la la, we silence beeches as we drag the heart
aside nudist fingers that stab stapled violence and teethers of peerers grab for stabled marks; and we dance in a reflexive park. Oh, sirens spurt bacon. Oh, ravens caw for gross carts
and a sunner of sleevy raisins drop a fruiter peal-first in an advertisement about a fevered billy brow; and we heed hissers as we lever greyers of lowering mead-hissers. La! mirrors
muck up a dirty money cup which leaps bark and friers of ducky mummy winds into sparks. O, panners of sexy papers peal a pervy plum with both hands ah ah, pippers of daisy drapers drag after lungs as brands
shop for dizzy drips; and a pervert in a silly gun shoots land: O. canners of closed lips suck blonde tongues with drams; and a bleachy blorter of a swift trip rubbles after Romeo
and Romeo answers to Tea, Coffee and idiot barbecues. And panners of sexy papers peal a pervy plume with twixed hands. La, la, clippers of dirty capers cry, cry. Lo we use a lube
and a canny lashed lass trickles for wive. Lo, we use sand as Cashiers of monkey-looms spin sewing primal ape-lakes. Lo, we use ideal tauteners of baby with ruby rammers of blue brusied
bodying blamed starred banners; and Death has to eat fused blasty ocean-ovens. Sense sickles feasts with interfused rabid rabbiting romancers whose dreams label screwed
pilied prison lotions; and we listen to creams as brigands sweep coasters of cramblers with easy doggy hairbands. La! panners of sexy pelters pee upon a pisser's wetted jays and weeders of dilly rivers cry upon cold greying trade
and twelve year whores dip a pinted pick in their bums...la la, a widener of yawny sheep shits suck a gay tongue

 

Ohh

 

992.

 

the medlies of the mad mind sweeten self with death: ohh, memories of a bad mind sweeten selves with breasts and a gyring knotted candle shines upon sawn mess; and a massy breeder mounts all times as sworn sex
lasers underneath purblind failures; and sweated store swells up with raided menswear where a dunny whore sinks her filthy fan deeply underwaterers; and desks
cane foamed dizzy arse-reapers; and a bone of frets fashions mother marie from closures of daffy debts: La, the melodies of a mad madam moon melt into a televisual transept when a giddy incenser climbs a
babier of bullied bullshits; and gammy febrile dives abuse rotting spun skin where a dammy under lips licks a hot-spreaded bummed dress with soft slits. O, wee-wee daddies sullenise snakes from grey tits
and a bowl of flowers scents a soul; O, ladies trip panners of sexy pelters pee upon a scissored wide weir; and scanners of sweet hoards listen into blue tears, and i see a bled boy being elecrocuted by swift fears
pand a latent pisser of a mental man has to disappear where diddlers of sunny money sell heat to endless mourning; then a killer of dad and mommy spreadeagle across emptying blood-evenings; and a shade of wine sells bone to grave seagulls when dreams drag a dotty night-life across cold showers where screens snap a snipper of a dead god around seaters of wild beams and a house of snout smokes a keen fag. O, wiveners scream
and a cruel canny eagle-store swells for shit as a bad dream star-suffocates the rise of Pan with invidous city-pipes as panners of sexy pelters shit inside the wind. Badeas burns wide mammy weds sweat; and a poet's tree tucks ferns in
a dooby shop of silly lovers. And a stoned storm of fled sin swims to the daughtered hour, and curtains over forced burns brags after volts when a sand for a stag scatters seasands
with one zillion hot eyes. Ah, i will not attend my own grave; and the easters when i opened xmas gifts hasten to a festive balled bollock-vault. O, as winters end for soft men, a gigger of tinsels hits dead afternoons
and a whale-popped saviour sugars huge seas with sweetened old revolving nights when i made my cell and laid atoned by it; and a scissor sprayed mind hits to a billboard braid as deadly lips
interfuse daggerers of noon-life with easy sugary citied remits

 

where diddlers of sunny money sell sleep to aimless dawnings then a thriller on its stupid sides has to dream about veilings, and a wizener of wide folks sink flames to sockets and a gizzard hand
jay-jams a dun eggyolk; and bitter blorted regiments of sea-sand sloshes easy liquid sherry down a bitch's glued throat; and ships sail for distant pussy as a laden doctor of blanched soap trips across easter eyes when i opened xmas gifts just for the purpose of raising romantic repletive daffy dopes from a dead night-ship; and jams spread boot polish on bread; and i shall not attend to my grave and i will never scatter my own ashes. Oh, we are young as slaves
and, uh, a shrill vined voice of mindless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and as medleys quake then music sings for tears; and a brightness sea-buries swift sadness when a puller of protracted sex slams
evil idioms of light where a burbler of killers cut a penis away..oh, choice of mindless youth shuts up life's midnight scan, and whilst we wish on reined bows we surely come to cut seasand
and a slitted sail of a cockney saviour carries dust under trays..oh, choice of mindless youth sucks up a christ's peacock clan and the wives of filthy reason lambast ghosts with grey edams
and a widener of dirty reason car-clasps to a drill of a glans o choice of mental youths yap aside red lice where hot lambs baa upon a welsh island. And we rise from dice as sea-trade mashes a model mien from a dicky dolt-mess; and a waver
grinds plashy stinky pussy juice with beery jaws. Uh, sopping labia loosens a baby jive; and a repulsing jackdaw stones a quiet river; and a demon's bedding sweats for sweet piss; and old livers
sink singlets of swift marsh under green masks. Oh, writhers rope a Juliet with a high fired Romeo; and police code withers and a tango romana mad banquo reaps a pisser from gizards
.o choice of aimless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and as daisies quake then a dodger of cunt demnotics expands a glisterer of whores whose easter xmas fools befriend gangered babiers of greased grooms; and bridal tap ticks around slammed
Hitlers of deforming rooms; and fatalists who cry, cry, cry must weave a widow from a saline servile bad city eye. Lo! ho ho woah.. a spectacle of verminous saddle cry hits lobes
and choiceless deflaming buttered boys brag after a rose and a hoisted sun-peering shuttered boys bag after clothes and i sink my eddied hands inside toys made from radios and a bonny fayre of wax sinks waxen hands where rogues
urinate upon five blood winds where a shitter's pussy pogue forces a fanlit facial command in a bowl of grass. O, toes tingle with easy sexing rheum. O, toads trample grease where a piggy of a pelissing shadow carnival ropes soapy mind-hair.

 

993.

 

o choice of mindless youth shuts up life's peacock hand and softening labile cages calamatise grey features under airelings; and a wound meadow unwinds gaols from fascinating prayer
Death will forever touch us. Sex will forever burn wild beer and a stoker of burnt cokers snaps bodders. Ah, false fear entrampolines easy riders with slasher socks and shoed tears
and choice of midnight menfolk shut a peacock in dun shears. And the wickedness of bedbound children heat a sea of pure milk o the sifterers of bedbound women use a titty for some silk,
and a strangler's necktie ties old men around geezer-guilt; and a choice of peacock hands shuts a doorway when grey silts washes winter streets with fast grit; and we will heed silt
and we will bind a bodied bledbed to fattening easy pelts. And as timeless bakered butcher-bevvies sink into lives then a closed kid floats; and the easterly winding summer swarm sucks across huge seas
ah wintry feline rivers smile for ice; and a belltown's sleaze hips to a sal-beat. O, we summon christs when grey geese bribe a gobbler of a turkey with blown nippers; and grease
swashes verminous paper kids with vined tears. And peace appears peculiar when a gunner of a gassed pig dons meat; and the wickedness of bellbound women chants the mantra
o crooked nude birds use shit birds for sex where Fathers swallow dirtied glued lip; and we cry for birches as sleep sends a bodice of a ship to a fat sea where fucks reap
golden shores. Deaths drive us home. Sense has to die, away, away. Uh Uh Uh. A manx on a mad mountain cries, and a waxer of Buddha craps upon lean mammal minds.

 

while shouters of a cockpiece cod after sapphired baby bunkings and a router of a cuntpiece cods after empying spunkings. ah, a bay of budders eats God; and a silly summer's wing
commands bastard nuns with monkish easy spread swings; and we learn about baddy kids who layer dirt with flour and we bake a soft babby rig with easy romantic pepper.
shouters of a clocksheath rod after flowers as dead ceilings sink an easy pasture under sods; and a flying veiling has two red heads; and a perfect smile beams upon shot glass; and the wickedness of bellbound bookers gangle for ape grass and
eyelids burn up, up, up; and we widen for fangled seasands. And razored hairy people peer into plugholes when a daughtered flower staples boned fish to sad mad light; and rotated jemmies jump for
an eagle power which stabs rites; and idiots chant for whores; and shouters of a rockpiece cod after lesbotic peace; and wet wars warp a whipper's wound copper. Dirt drives mess. Sex sucks tors,
and idealisers of rubber pee on knickers. Sex cuts boars and razored hairy people peer into mug-molds as a doctored pig-pan sears sausages with steeples; and we rot as a burnt bent demand
raps against golfed chapels. Death becomes dust. Sacked selves serenade teasers of roped apple; and we comfort dimpled cells and we drive from countied sleep; and we writhe under dusk.
oo, sty-razored hairy people peer into pugs with shaven chopped pig; O, a wind-sharing dicky ploughshare snaps for a foreign field. oo, a mind-snaring picky hound-hairs heap combed red yields
and woppers of a licky loud lair lead sleep to grey mealed bastardisers of puky bellied snares; and we ride aside reels.

 

shouters of a codfleece fix faults to fans. Odd eyes bleed whence Skies heave; and mental gabby goat gripes for raw seed; and router of de canny cockers cuppers for bather's sleaze
and a bunny boater of sweated uppers cups a cunt-crease while a wind-sharing dicky ploughshare snaps for a fast reel; and a meadower bows to stealed straps; and life deals
doggy doos to burners of kneeler's knap; and eyes heal.

 

shouters of a comic feast serve drivers to concertinas o a cosmic weather-feast serves cake to meat cloud; and we supper for a simmerer when a beaten crowd
winds casting wrought lions in a mummy's apex shroud and we weep for England. Sex dumbs us. Sirens rouse a golly clown; and massive fucky men die in the east.

 

O

 

994.

 

we weave for cotton shapers when a bone of a blown rapier sinks an adult flava into salted vinyl waters; and we hit raided radar, and we weave for cotton flavours when a stone of a nighter
ignites a body lighter; and we suffer gems as a home of writers rides upon word-corn. O, a bottom baker bags a bad favour and we sink a blue lip where a bone of buds brags for failure.
and shouters of a red pox peer inside a deep sedge as hailers sun-pelt scissor rocks with bled budders of plumed sailors and a boat of glass gutters for bad butter as mental razors
ripple for drowner's doubts; and we use a head for a lover. And we weave for cotton shapers when a bone of a blown blazer buttons a carton moon with lunar hems; and a burnt river
digs a dirty knitted pattern; and a drippy devil's old feather heaps pylons under pushing penis pippy. Oh, a grey giver gives gritted gifts to winos; and we arise from fast fevers.
and shouters of a red rot rocks a wetted hammed heart's shrived livers; and we shudder for cutted cures as we laden wed livers with eviscerators of the shunted curs that yap in heaven's cribs

 

O.

 

the buttery bleeders of deus dinners feed a foaled hot meal to skins and a VD in breeders swirls cuckoo rivers; and we are fed to hot sin, and at the rear of a de bodies i saw a swarming shadow's limbs
leaping leerers of screwed veins; and a doddy of a dunny moon heaps scarred sunfires upon all tidal kerbs. O, weederers of gloom stagger for a piss as a mind-moon pulls drapes upon dead rooms
and eyes reach after glowed gas and ivies spurt veins on gyms. And blamed shouters of red socks grind pantihose to pus, and wives jar for a divorcer's mind where a purple statue falls from brides;
o a dolter of draggoners wagons after mental walls; and hymns swing, swing from a land in a mind-wing; and EEGs that lead to bird shine upon a sea of twinned mental hair; and we rip from a stirred caned mind as grey gins
swallow vidoed vodka with glisteners of lip-leaps and mary; and the buttery breeders of deus dinners feed some horsed meat to dobblers of scones and killed cream; and we hiss at a hot rude
stationer of inky pinky satins; and we kiss after mouthed dudes..ah ah ah. Dangling dead men pen nerves with teened trippy blues..ah ah ah. Fangling children calm shit birds as a cotted sea-shoe
rots upon some dinky daddy feet. Old boys burn ties as broods drop natally fatal dromedary coves upon reflexive dead truths.

 

O.

 

skinners of savoury shutters heap a heated beat with god's grave, and a dinner of family cutters creeps under sheeted lovers. backdoor Trades topple a tinny teatray aside a dinner of herbs; and we seize lays
and we dance for ashtrays. Swifts cry for hens when egg-clays sink a dolly nerd into instant butter; and we weeble for odd praise, and we rock for a dropped heart which knows no way to feel.
and we weave for coffin shakers who ignite biers with pall-peals and we ring a grinded pussy bell where idiots in heaven's reel rot upon blue hours of light and night and impossible watches
O woollen wipers of flowers fawn to type as eastern witches rap a dizzy fast bower upon daddy dusts; and we use bitches?
and skinners of savoury shutters heap a beated head of god's knaves come crying after butters of bashed sugarbeets; ah, sex slaves smash a smackered sign of lashy easy wheat; ah, salt-riches
raid a romantic razor with mummy hearts. O, we are raised?

 

selflessness has the jumping classes made common as the old. O, endlessness has to thump rich glasses as a mental sun's soul star-cherishes angled cunts with dumbing sleep where the sold
supper after super chickens who lay rotted eggs for the world; and a dummy breeder of rolled men deify a dirty road where daffodils in season sugar tulips dales with odours of red hair.
and skimmers of savoury baby glutters sink a blue knife into filmed eye-butters; and an instant family takes coded pictures of easy mind-hunters and a bed on a cured cliff fascinates tears with sex-cunters
o endlessness blows like a puffed wind; and a donkey-lover leads all great animals to lovely laden life. Ah, a dinky feather falls to grunted heart-pleasure. Ah, a leader of mermen slivers

 

under a green urban thatch that riddles roofs with loud mirrrors, and a mamma under neon rats rides upon radioed cut fingers. O, darling mice in a cat's lap get cautioned by claws. Lo, silver
stoppers stabby traits with gilded crowed hearts; and givers grease up as they roll for a cunt-shine. Death has no fingers. Sex has no killers. Mess has no fevers. Madness feeds prayer

 

Uh.

 

 

995.

 

the easy yeasty tonged tongue of a petted cat has to lick aside rough birds; O, a stunned gun of a shredded rat has to cut aside odes to vast mice and dirtying birdy angels; and weavers of eyes
supper for masked christs where once inside a mind, my mind caved up for the vermined loud dead. And ashen buddy blinds strip a hollowed curtain from grey screens; O, I need a piss
and my local cavatina of a mad mind swaggers for a wet kiss while the easy yeasty tummed tongue of a petrolled bat has to kick inedible green veins from a knickering glassroom, and old tits
tutter for banger bread as cakey flamy forced flans heap hips and a dunny dictator to the eaten dead flash across blue mists. Lo, a sunny shadow of a sexy crab cuts cured pincers from a
dolly of a damager; and we localise vast phones from red cars. Under a green turban fire, i noticed just how neon burnings scar a bad body of a boy with nostrilled funeral mummy-stars; and grey stars
shake across meths as they look down upon a burnt sex card and, o, we cry for sin as we weep for towns. Deaths use Mars Self-sex abuses clowny crowds; and a village of candy calves
crashland under pullers of piss-proud prodded adult moggies and these easy emptied days when a saddening mind-man stirs
blue bended dyng claves must surely listen now to curves; and a benny blonde boy blorts up; and a dental lipped nerve lashes briny bubblered sea-skirt; and a dabbler under bummies
bed-bangs a baited blood heart; O, narrowers of vein-furs fashion a magical motel mine with mammy faces; and herbs swallow salt suicides. Deaths drape a pisser of a thrill
Sex swallows gum. Meshy macadams tar us with wet gills. O, under a mean urban sperm-pyre, i shape ingenious effluence with buzzy banger bods whose bastardising televisions screen-dig
a dancer of hanger-luds; and we suddemise softening ribs with acid antedeluvian kind easy madam spermatozoa; and we weep for wide kitchen-kites. Lo, a spastic of an easy frig
flashes hooty fingers inside a nude direction for wanky rigs; and seasons of model madness swing for a green beat as sad seasoners shuffle as sadness swings for heat
and layers of scuffled glass grass about sweat meat; and seasons of motel madness slide inside a sea of pulleyed dirty drag-drives; and a seasoner on its side sweetens pappers with belling stomach-sea-spies.
and if the town does not seem right, i will cure a city and if sounds does not dig night, i will feel pity; and a bone of grass shatters in five hands and stoner of masks scatters hot cold jams.
and if a town does not catch sight, i will ram a hairy fanny-thumb with urban cocoa sea-slams; and eyes turn aside grey deaths as islands layer dicky grease with coded fazed woman
la la. prickly pocket leaves fall for children. And a slighted piggy hero hits for radio catscans where the eaglers of repeaters read to a mind about eaters of red bird-palavers
and a boat of blood brags for silked vines and, la la, a galloper of the killed cuts limes and eyes leap for fallowers of blue grime; and the eaglers of deceiters ride upon timed
gally wanky wee-wee bombs; and mines dig for cold as coded easy gold sea-spines a shatterer of sex with dotted glue-wynds

 

la la, a candifier collapses and dies for a stretcher of a cocoa street; and sweet weaponries seen beneath plane Mars serenades blind bloods as a sea of smited bulbous tree-buds crusade for wide lovers; and we grind stars
to mooted dust when weavers of tars dig to dine upon darkness and old rat fat; and an expectorant of old graves shoots some doodoo phlegm; and odes to sold naves hoot upon daddy moods and skin
ah a boat under gold suppers for nudes; and odes to sins slapper for skied silly skirt; and menfolk pee under hymns. la la, expectorants of grey slaves shoot sick from spind
body winds; and a coastal cave carries dirt under wynds. uh uh, a weaver of roasted lays sinks a cock into limbs; and, once aside a mad smile, we learned about whistling widowed buildings that send sentinels to
breakers of the wild gal-world that send sex manyana to de Bodies; and we are at the Bodies, eternally and forever.

 

Uhh

 

996.

 

edgers of sullen swine slit aside cheese-dirt then close adown in a little town where city bodies make no sounds; and wiveners of fast air exhales dusts from a grey rose and
yoyo riders use ald kiddy toys with cut fingers and mordent anal ginger; lo lo, poncho sidlers sunder boys; and a bald girly rams heated flour around a cakey tower; O, jarry junder-jams
daddy after mammies; and my twinned eyes close drams. ah ah. I will sidle after herpes as i sweep after hair-pieced corn-edams and me and madam mind-moon must think about sweet sand
ah ah, yoyo users season eggs in cups with wooden cans as an expectorant of gold graves shoots some pooled phlegmers; and an acid bout boots judas out as lady jesus cuts gems
..a candifier collapses into wives and a tiger of a torn stemmer sucks a bleeder's butt where a mad lady riders uses wig-men to station a body cat upon grey sines and female egg-men
and we appear death-expectant with fingers under hens. yoyo riders abuse sweeties. Kiddy selves shoot clans. Rooters of ropy doobies suck a blorted cigar-bone-band
and cablers of candle-wax sweeten chapel halls with fanny teeth; o room-raisers ram sugar apple when coded mind-plans melt after dolts whose wallah of a toad-cold spine-slams
doctorors of dunny beacons when a stupid light in bands sinks a falllowed face in an egg-bowl; and mental peering sneakering petra men have a dinner in a stoned space; and eyes sunder remand
and easy expectorants under milners smile after big brandlers; and we tailored after mother to find a lover's sofa come digging gentlemen's chairs into dawners of closetted seat-livers
and cables of candy craps cast a rotted teether across a rude nude of a ra-a-tat cat-trap; and eyes beneath fuhrer feathers scar scummy tides with openers of grey lies; O, my dead car
never existed but still i drive due West where rose rivers sea-knock a salty harness in five huge baring bed-slivers while highnesses of dirty sex-thrones cry for blued bloods
and, ah ah, we sealed a dummy monarch in bum blood; and, uh uh, we ravel for mummy as fathered fish mud stops dead. O, weavers of whiteness kill all sane Man.
and, once stone-spermed, petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with false microtics while a baby monkey danced in faked trees; and trams travelled down town where a woman in a hot wigwam
rotated round a sad mound of mona-lisa children; and grey grans grasper after gitted mounds where a city under a glossed glans dollops french nudes upon greying bakers of soft jeer-jams
and cablers of candy crap casts a paper cab across muds; and, ah ah, eyes weave death and, uh uh, loser's love loosens applers inside peared mess O, dare we eat raw Gods?
..and petty petrolled Pan played pipes for a secret brain; Uh, a sea of masks drowns itself as a secret sex-train star-ravels into burned minds; and we hit upon burnt bummy juice-rain
and, ah ah la, we sit down upon hair as we use pain; and a dummy of a bedspread links dreams to champagne; and, ah, we ride from iced kinks then we must rock
a daisy of a fast mind with liced shrimps; and we rot and we rot as we roll and we ride aside citied cock.....and petty petrolled mary Man used a rifle with fleshy shouters of pisces and tangential falseness
and, eyed, me and a lost land writhes for deadness as a hiker of whoring wide tides walk wanky tiredness

 

Ahh

 

abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets stoned dead. ah udderers under crab have to cast cold meat into brute bread; and a whipperer of wolven wands cast magic under beds
ah ah, abusers of dodos have to shoot ten burny heads and a licer of lewd sucky porny winking hen-hit-lead has a bolster for a dreamer and a coffee cake inside ald gas
and i will certainly need use of a disabled car; O, hurt ash may well sell me to endlesss high tar cigarettes; and mash melts inside long dead soldiers whose easy sex hit lush
sun-strippled warring flavas. Sex sends a freeby SAE..la la, Deaths heed entrances when a killer in a postal spreed razor speed read; and brollies after pinnnered pig-pens and the cafes of cut greed
and, la la, i ease a mental dig inside sand alleys: mung seeds scatter hollowed tomatoes across a living world of dick trees; and we will reel inside the East when gathering up the teas
and we will shed buttock tears and we will weep forever. And abusers of dodos have to shoot ten parakeets with a gunny loony shrapnel-station
ah ah, a video of crabs crashdown and Digital Telly-bed shows inchoate screens to disablers of dangly easy plebs; and we shutter a shitty sky inside wide-women's piss-pegs
and, uh uh uh, when weeders of Ides spy on salt-legs then menfolks will have to learn of looters of lives and ribbons; and the lotuses of a crocus flower feed dumb enemies to water
o a fastness of dad's tower treats a dun cake with porter and a bren in a sesame seed bun rides a steeder into lungs; la la, eyes may well widen as we buy a disabled car. Guns
shoot a hollah of a blind owl with dairy lips; and coded sun gun-shine upon a weal when a wettener of clits sucks cum erectly from the lotuses of a crocus flower; and petrol-plebs
feed dummies to gas-garters while weepy-reevers use a wanky sheety wankler for human acned body-grafters; and a dumber of a bee stings a brain with honeying doctors
and, la la, we weep for locust seed while crying for robbers; and abusers of dodos have to loot one zillion bodying piss-parrots and the wives of March harden to autumnal sleep. Carrots
cut a cuppy nut-slut inside a bugs bunny brigand; and mammas kneel upon slappers of wives; and a cat-headed gazy river rams a fairy thumb deep within coffee cakes and rizlas
o we may well have to buy an actual disabled car; and we may well have to buy true high-tar cigarettes for mind-seas and, uh uh, eynes swallows puffs with hallowers of sleeved
lycra pissy pecks that rim madam rimmer with cold greed; and the pocuses of crocus eaters lead bald wheels to vegetable dramas; and we may well jack our fathers and leave mums behind. 

 

997.

 

what with disabled chairs being star-raised from high tar fags and what with disabled hairs being car-crazed by old male zimmer shag, we will surely eat a broken coffee and walnut cake; O, stags
supper after sleep where disabled trainyards on their knees creel into city caves; O, a sea of figs frigs a vegetable when dragglers of pity-graves sink a cabbage of a mind into gems
and, la la ah, wildernesses under stinking baggage sea-rends darkening dolly-heads from gingery dirt berries and u-bends. And we may well have to buy an old-timed crippled van with
filthier dreams that have ever noticed man; and the mental pig urniates inside dulled pants when a stinker of a menstrual prig-peg damages eyes with soft moggy hens and smokers of dead kids
and what with disabled chairs being star-raised from evil maps and what with disabled prayer being Mar-mazed under cold strap, we will surely eat a broken coffee and tawny breaded dun mac
and a diver after plective vege urine has to sink aside macadam. ah ah ah; and sun-assaulted widows weep for mencapped Adam and a doctor on its disabler's feed flashes aside naked crabs
and eyes have to melt under pulleyed shit-wrecks as we cry for easy kissers of pelt tundra and pissers of slits and dippy wards: o, a steady burner of a bled mind smell-spills doggers into canine christs
o an easy yearner after blue spine swell-swills scarers from cold spice; and a desperate user of my disabled car cuts a coffee cake where lice sink full tar cigarettes under sex when a bladderer inside walrus life
o, chanters of bloody mantras raise mien from armies o, cattlers under cobras spit filmed venoms; and the wives of march weep for sonar families and a widener of a drowned wrist-watch
swallows timeless violence

 

cattlers curry pigeons and darkening silence
swipes a bloodied apple from
a stygian city that paces under rude guns;
and a bed of yeast
lolls for vastness where a counted beast
rams down pure honey

 

chanters of bloody mantras raise men from priories
and eyers of red lions roar across fast factories

 

and harkeners of diddy features kodak-can a daisy photo-cab in blind fellah mabs; and a spastic park shoots Mars and eaters of wolves use new dog-love and eaters wolf scissors
down a blue snatch while cattlers ruin statues with pokey pertive heart-mind strapplers; and, de-tailed, a dog in some sweet rain has to rap aside hot nerves; and a rabbit under curves
snaps a spent match: and harkeners of daddy features feed mamma to ava Mia and death's sickly spermatoted spy-ruddy nursed preachers
and rudeness under de penis pees from a dromedary's arse; o thunder cuts the past; and rudeness in de harness feeds fever to endlessness and a boat of blades stops de world
ah long, long ago, i learned for girls: ah, long time ago i heard of dreams then used gold; and me and a mad ego shitted on piss when holy lego dropped dead

 

o, rudeness under de witness uses
a daddy dreg for a bad soul;
and a weepy whorl
accuses five winds for paper gals
ah ah ah

 

uhm..

 

998.

hardeners of heated haloes rasp for a laden lipper; la, a dog of sleep sucks gnits and a gripper of a scarved shit summons oats from lime-pips
and danny girls end in meadows..ah, long ago, as i snapt minds, giddy gods leapt from shallow easy veins, and guns in pain shoot suds
and hardeners of heated haloes gasp for a licked trip; and, la la, i widen for spuds and i listened to fools and mental truths spool
into raveller's school-rip; and eyes under fast mud glow just like a fast bird; and weavers use old love to shift a brolly to papers and the faceless emperies of a mad mind
swivel on a green chair while defacing old families ride along hairs; and weevillers gather brewed blood; and wiveners slaughter Love
and a bed of beans causes dreams to sleep inside old bloods. And hardeners of shovels dig for drains as magical bald hovels rig daisy dogs with pushing pussy-pigs
and eyes may extend a bad finger and cunt cats may use a bad tail. Ah, faceless emperies of a sad mind slice a sea of stairs and we fall from grace as red mares
ride from county sleep; and we harden balls with dance-meat. Lo, as eyes feed gardens then mousers
are led to drains and then killed. And, scum-glazed, my ole street star shines down upon bedazzling oaks and carving guns. o as my mad skin aches
then a bone of pins scatters apes aside doggy bows that rape planets of pulled pines and tapes; and hardeners of blind flowers skate across pissing ice
and a bed of rice curries mice as a sugary dauphin stops old glass..oo eyes hark to strung harps as haspers under arks snap along a blinder of grey ash.
oo my ole street star shines down upon gracers of folks made mind-dumbs; and a blast of mind-drums drools across sacred horse-pepper; and daddies shape a fever
and mammies shape a mirror when hardeners of death dream after a shadower of sin and spun Meccas.
and the hashers of salted haberdashers line cloths with a bedazzler of keying pig; and we shoot a bun from an eyrie made from fig; and eyes may glow like a glowworm glows
o hashers of sainted eyed lashers drip down from a trundled moon; and crashers
cry, cry, cry.. lahh. I awake at the end of day lahh. I shake after friends of clay' and, o, a miracle in a lost life has to use paper to push piddly peppers under abused basin-blades..And
Mobed hardeners of sweet cars carry vans when lays lap a poppy peep from blinded hands and we drool from blinded hands and we moan for guns and we ball after graves
and we listen to lost pans.. lahh, i poke a punnet inside nude trams..lahh, i choke across planets; and a bird at sea loses her need to fly when a
gannet under bees cuts rained seed..oo my old flavas flocked for fandangoes as dizzy flamingos careered inside bad eggy rainbows; and i must know the rainbow's ebb
and i will learn about the dead or never die?

ah...when mordent with the endlessness of men i stir a pussy pearl aside nine hands; oh, when old kids rock for de rose then hands cum entangling me with grey gems
and a hickory brother darns heels with Zen; and once aside my mind, doctors of hands seal jammy witches under trackling islands.
o, my old flavas get flocked under Woman. o, my cold razors get bled by faceless foam-stairs; and a prayer for mummified dummies gets sound-wound with egyptian fancies
and de death of night cuts flowers from dust; and a seat of plumering pussler ashes gun-grabs golden seizures from pepper-pus
and, uh, when mordent with the endlessness of men; and an evil mind-mine swallows infant shit where coded women wallow inside blue brine
..o, my cold flavas get flocked under swine: o, la la, a city's fathers jack green vines and eynes telephone the sides of rope-wine and, lashed from winding gulls, aspertine
swirls easy instant coffee into sweet milks and trippers of caffeines delve sweet milks and a baddy of a tea-tale reads for bodies
..oo a snatcher in de ride rides inside silk..oo.. a patcher in de wide opens gay silts; and the son of gran sits in a steel-beard; and, made lotus, dead Pan under pelt has
a faceless thumb for His moggy spy-glass; and a rodeo in a splintering dolly scatters waxy lips across a sanded mast

and we hiss across de freezing
and we piss across icy ceilings, and,
O, when masked in bleeders, toffees
clink for china teeth....

 

 

999.

 

and an eyeless eye-tooth snaps coved coffin teas and, made bridal, ravishers of tiny tiddy cake-pans slide a java onion down de dead. And, ho, metal pinions pee upon shit-slams
and pan america cums from out stools; and when mordent with the emptiness of kibling men a bled scissor in a porn-valve gets at the bodies when humdrum brawls bed wind
and we are the headpieces of all women and we are the rafflers of sodden eastern hymns and weepers vault hairs under fast gemmy jaded genoas; and the green Zion of the watebead
gets hankying after the daemon tweezers of one zillion ragged spind men. la la la..The feelers of weezels get gunged from devil leisure whilst the radios of beezers get spind
from a drakedom of ducks and seaswarmy lakeless buddy herons; and, ah ah, buttered rilks cry, cry, cry, and emergency bakers butcher de Mind and, o-hah..o-hah...o-hah... me and i grind
keen mummy cloths inside gas-limes and, O, whence revolting criminal trees shed medival ducts, a pactive fisher of a perfume pool may well crush lewdy moistures
o a bolted brain-tree badgers after lost cherry eyed cusps; and a dealer in fast widows rolls under us and easterly arising tea-stealers rampage for a dunny goofy sea of pealers
and a motelled bunny rider ram-rages after rummy kids whose fathers get jacked by mothers; and, when solarisms burn like a stench, revolting criminal trees shed rusks
then a pool of car-fumes may well cut cuppers; and and a mental minted marble-spy slowly slides a cocker inside a buzzy bull bump; and we slop a snickerer under rumblas
and we drop a pickler's ramba with mutts. O, as renal skies shed feinted pie-weeds then a templar in a tripped bed shines for de famous infernal doggy Father; and, la la, vaginal slavers shoot mumma
and revolting criminal bees shed acid blasts as a spool of hot sweet tears sweat sweetening veiled tears from a buddy vagina that spirits tiders from penile pinnace bulbers; and, la, we chomp upon
and old english coddy sorbet when priory mazes hits to a blinded bruiser of flaky men and vanishings; and, O, gummy gobbers will rotate from senile pumice pleaders till the riders of lost times cry about faces
agh, blinders of deaf rhymes cut suede suitcases, and we dance for a modelled moon where a faisty falon cheek shovels imps from a daffy of a dubbed cheek;
and cheaters of rubbed meats use a rabid raver of a growl radio and ole dumb popular noise eats active melon meat; and, oozed, ald popular boys raid sleep, and the indigo angels of de navy power are
led to rodeo anvils; and hammery bread-rakers kill cars with tatty twirling moggy tarot-cards and lynchers of whirling fountainers slip a cracker of crying keys when calves
crap along killed holistic window-panes. And whence revolting easy kinemas stain all twirly-whorly cyclones under raised tea-trains swing from a rockered sea-drum; and champagne
slides a drammer of a soft scrum directly beneath de sabbath and England and Ireland swims the moon and Scotland drinks de sovereign original moon and Welsh gods espy a naked sky-room
O, as a street of closed dirtyers swigs tar-tusks, surely motile ova-sleep will dream for dyers where cuckoo tusks glows just like a mental tomb-truss; and glow-worms glow just like Israel
and impassioned heroes suck a sail, and as we ravel into minds, then we learn to suffer the mad fans of reddening snake-snows; and the darkness under gobs drinks rain
and, once crow-sundered, a lame lamb in Bethlehem cries for blue blousy sex-linen, and a beach of lips trickles under Spain and a land of tearing sea-clits spunk-slathers after diggers of cold trips
and, la la la, mental body-statues rain adown de blue town where women stain a slowing raised bodice; and as we ravel into times, then we learn toentertain de living wards
and here, there is love in our asylums. And the herded wide wirers of plowering film-gigs rout a rooted sun-fire from gassy lungs; and we who are all too young must cum
deeply down inside a citadel of soft scum. O, a gaggler of pure fire feeds de endless psychedelic circus; O, a raggler of pissed tyres sinks a dazzly danger-candle where spires
emerge from luminous cathedrals; and the arch of small deaths tramples tissuers to tall sex when eager eagle-pyres weep for cremated cunt-willows and, la la, eynes eat into their tears
and, ah ah, swine eats until ill with fear and a babbler inside mumblers head sinks a granite statue inside welsh-lead. La, while the herded wide wirers of revering scum guns slinks upon shit-mess as a
ship of sons winter-wallops summer shadow with repleters of blue dames and blonde digs; and we will glow like a glow-worm glows, and we will summon peace from clothes.,
lo- budded fanny levers lead sex astray.. lo- studded pussy leaders fuck ashtrays, and the sad world of shredded mind-guns glisters for cunny curving caved desolvers; and tides glister for money where
cold easy venal vine pearls serve tea-and-curd to mental mad maids; and a dog at furious sea will fascinate timed tresses and a marching cat will prey on graves

 

oo please give my regards to plagues
oo please give my regards to disasters
oo please give my regards to Vagina
oo please knock upon infernal plaster.

 

and tricky picky darling flowers serries baths with grown graves; and, la la, guilty spearing flowers serry beds with feathers; O, once inside kids, daughters send doll men to sleep O!
and odd tricky dirtying dog hours yap at an owlish moon; and a flock of carrion powers seal cats in bowers, and a rat of towers terrifies an english cousin with plagues
and, la la, eynes burned while trickly dearies drag soaped dowers and an eagle in a wedded male bath shares gulls with blue rafts: Ah, a berry bomb darkens flowers
and a boy made from demure glass shatters under flexi-grass; and curious gasses grope for latterday trenches, and a balded riders shoots baths
and oldness under biddies brides us to with blind gods and a mental active curio-deafness hears us coming back home to land aside baby and lovely islands
and we answer to love's pulled shroud, and we dance upon easy clouds: ah, we weave for meat-sleep as we eat dreamt in the cold lost days of families and dead ole england
and balded snowmen hurl mouths aside burning winter heat; and oldness under de bodies reaps daisy mouth-mounds, and a robber of blood star-sleeps;
O, once a ruddy year i will sharpen my ego then shatter for wild heads and children indoors; and chidden childish ignorant oddness feeds the febrile thousands, and coldness feeds a loud oath; and
eyes under reeds will suffer men who eat ribbons; and a boat of shrilled comet-sleep sinks under dilative dazzler radio; and mazers of dweebs file for closed aces while a seaharness scarpers for
coded lemon-naked female peppers; and fearless dun children slash along rosette and teemers with head-heart-mind illness feeds the gulling thousand; and, o, as chronic dreary cock-appetites are fed to
common girls a forced drained milked dude mounts titty bagpipers whose slurriers of maimed spokes flurry after smoothers of body-stoats; and old nippies have to move
instantly homeward where bakers of cake butchers feed achy breaky strobe-lights to diminishers of hazarders and roast slit; and we will choc-feed rollerers to draky pippies while a masted venusiand
fondles faky butterers with bluesers and shrilling long boned peaky waiters; and the daggerers of two zillion skins don shits and ran for Man; o, shadowers of naked blue swiped bin-limbs don lips then choke along hands
and a bed of bionics bastardises strawberry towers with some tweeky senile wound; and, O, tilers of vinegars arise from cherry panels while chillers of meadowers mill for pipettes and star-winds
and the daggerers of two zillion lunar faceless factories will car-surge doomy daddy deniers directly aside stoolers of mike-pulers; and, la, we will most certainly die for renal kiddy maces
la la, eyes accuse minds of delimited limbs and, ah ha, melodious prisoners of strapped straw-scarves embed a coastal purifier with stinkers of rammagers and arming body-fests that lead wrecks to hired water
and we are at the bodies while penitential sotto voces Mars-strangle a red planet with enlivening gals; and, where once we get mind-mushed, gilded callowers will alarm madamers with pictures of enporning dairy doctors
oddness under margarine utters. Uh, easterly arising brother xmas has to fasten men to easter stockings; O, easy doom deniers drag after bearded bed-defusers; and, la, we will sacrifice dickers to earthless Mary-forcers
and a bed of sister christs savours noosers while nuded baby drummings become caesar-slammed underneath a blackening heaven-sward
and, la la, i canned my hidden long gentleman with doddery arses that semenise a scar-macadamed dooby with piled meats and the riders of lords and carred lady Aaron
and, la la, oddness raises carded scalp-rhuem from fig: O, easy bladdery winkly old twiggers sink de body-deep under greying hedon-kindlers

 

O, easterly arising mother xmas has to
adhere female grottos to sad truths
about old saint nich
dying for a free tinsel gift; and,
oo as vacant baubles burn hands
then easter will arrive when
glad christmas shouts for gems.

 

and we lay at the Bodies.

 

 

1,000.

 

oddballs who dance outside de dance-halls may well jump for swingeing ladies; o cold molls who dance inside a bitten daisy rock from cocking horse the blind wall
when a prancer of morse melted into coated faceless nazi-answers; but no-one answers and nobodaddy died long long ago now?
and, come jacking at god's door, cold crowds must lend a babby bone to a lime-tipsy lemon funeral; and, laid from ruby, weepers cry sweet tea
and reapers of sweet wee swallow up squid's sink and once zillion trees; and oddballs who dance aside de bumping dance-halls may well jump for swinging dairies
and an iced cold mum swims back home where father-drowners reap guns from resounders of impishness and cobras on the moon.
O, come rappling roads with false pumping tyres, a rippler of a toad drives till wet fires squirt and squelch till mamma's milk-spires arise from dead skirt; and we cried.
and there is once above my cream-mind a softening sucky story; and, o, we speak for painted love and, lo, we weep for plated God
and a searing tale is now told about de anatriptic dolly-beads as, la, de dead queen's roped canary whistles from parrot-skatives; and a cagey cuckoo king
consults now his sealed wing. And, come rippling at a rose, a budder of horsed spring seasons madding sodomisers with rectal flex-pins; and a deepener under leaves
sinks a dippy dick inside Aladdin's cheese. ah ah a donny owl hoots. ah ah a bunny cowl covers roots; and i will ease my own glans-head into a deeply rotted cervix?
O, there is once above my mind a sauced whisperer who, cut from howlers, hisses for mental menstrual Hitlers; and a sodden sailed tale must be told
about witches, wives and feline molds, and, uh uh, a bodice undersands rolls an ark-severed sainted sausage thumb across a street car; la la, i account for lungs
la la, i account for guns; and my star slips greying carkeys under deadening red-backsided rocketted plane Mars come ramming with a space-rose, a bus in winds
plies easy digital hire from buzzy delimbing dirt-climbing shuttler-pundits; and we fall from a pled coach and we fall from out a factoried aped appel boat,
and we drive a lorry till death gets spind aside blue survivors of webby spider-smokes; and, O, fleshing stethy pucky doctors are hereby slaughtered by time's
eagled time-bombed neon lung-rest; and an evil sun-gun hereby murders dirged times while sea-gulled mind-bombardiers embed a milky tear-tongue son fazes for time's
and, ahh, a forking sad father's whine till all our reasons weep till reason dies: O give my soft regards to english vineyards O, O give my hard regards to british swine
and, always forever, please forget to sin for almost everybody?

 

oo, when a Hippogryph and cup of griffin-tea murders sex just for youths and trees, then the slaughters in the bird-yard may well kill me; and, la la, once aside a crime, dreams
sallied roman rain with mulish screams. oo, when a Hippogryph and a cuppa siren after coffee whispers then old cold coded lord bod will surely eat himself
oo when a phonal laugh licks health then the oaks of crippen-children must bend bath-spokes beneath adventurous early chickers; and a bath at soapy sea
gathers rafts from bees; and old men may well gasp where focal fleas get shoved under baiters of paper-meats; and, where we flicker, a burner of blatterers must eerily widen
honers of hipsters with farming family rain; and, oo, when a Hippogryph and a sip of demure pee murders satans with squided head-heart mesh
then a braid of fixing pig silences grunted gangly rapine bummy violence; and old washed waxen reeds fellow steeds with rushing brurtally awakened equine sapphires
and we all know that death has samphires for a belled mind; O, as we sail from country heat, easterly colliding mutton-wodes sinks bitten nunneries with pearlers
and we may well turn to original eagle-lust; and crowded homeless men swing from vagrant pear trees; and lazy crazy fishy sea-wielded piss-cowling red monkeries
angle after stinking mermen; and disablers of de canny casuistry must telephone guns while loaded tunnel-rousers become arse-bleed while ole honey enhives massed capes
and a bed in a mooned neck gets strangled by doomy strangled bruisy dirtied eye-diners when broomed peppery puff-mauled essex-sex gets wrecked
O, once along a bad rhyme, a cup of brewing metal men hastened to a wild eastern coffee-beat; and men go reeling in the East and hens go gathering heaven's beasts
and skins go gathering the crisscrossers of balded spy-brewing impassable cocoa-memories
and gyms go ravelling under scar-timed babbling baby dust-jeeps; and, o, i pray after star-shine of a devil and her dervish swoon; O, let timed song blind a nippy pundendal frontroom with
lunacy and dazzler boys; O, let our long dead sea in wind-trade pray after a skinmost arrow that leads musky saintly knicky bed-shine long harvest dunes to a hurtler of saint stephen,
and, la, once hurled awake, daffy jumpy suzerain daffodilers muse after caddis musty tallows; and, oo, where onc distractive bone-wine sinks collators of de holy blues to ensiren de pig
and we may well leap inside a drapery for shiny dizzy mandala maid Suzanna? O, as we pray for incesters we must mine for coke-climes while a picture of some eager english scissor-tines
gropes for tipplers of tapes and piping blue bled light meat; and greyers of maiden Mumma gets teased from venus-masts as whistlers shine in a cranial buddha fire-fang
O, we will pray after distasters whose nickling blower of a cellephonic hoax-hine spreads damagers of peas and stewers; and, once across a dill-mind, thoughtless hedoners became
cold as the utmost spoilt mad old; and we sail directly across mouthy salt-mangers as we wail for bobby?

 

the easy dead seem all right. La, the mien in bed seem all right: O, the easter girls who chat all night hiss for curtains and jewelry; and me and madam Mad ignite
arson cowls with margarines: O, easy diamonds seem all right: Ah, la the sirens in screams feed life with herring bones
..o we sail across wild seas when reptiles gather snakes for children; and mad cousins to drakes send a twister of a killer at worlds-end; and macadams under ulcer-men
bend seesaws with vulva-hens; and a coward at dead of light layers cagey crayons with wrens; and dummy warring bathers blend gun-moulinex aside river-bends
and, lo, this is where rivers end?..O, pray shine long harvest moon: O, please sacrifice your bright song to blinded rooms; ah, cum shout out aloud for xmas-easters when s
real long killed shadow-humans ram a doctored flower under rocked necks; and, O-la, come blast the decks of funereal flowering buddy witherers; and, made too old, perhaps
the lobbers of caned cobby milk-ponds will hereby yield purple spunkies to ashen forced wynds; and, o-ha-ha; here come the flumed fathers of raided dime-dilators whose naps
centre-fuse hirsute dairy-lungs and with wintry bummy wars; and, la, as daddy riches grab some caving putty cunts from gummers then shrillers of painted mind-dictators must
grab an indi deli from an eaten holy afric-shoe; and, la la, a rocky fabler uses nudes for stale foods; and we are here at the bodies and we have been with the bodies eternally now
and, ahh, our fathers and mothers are here at the bodies and, sss, ladeners of bled crews feel for snoods, we will entertain our hidden banished babies while ghosts flit inside red towns.
And, in order to to extemporise skinny waters, we are at the bodies; and, o, as as oozers shed spun sin then we will be tied to the bodies and, la, where seizures of lesbian Caears resound
we will dampen up the dead while schismers of darksome daughters pollenise belly-biskers with a coed sex that uses flex for hire.

 

oh, hoh- xmas deacons bless festivities and a lousing father layers deniers of nana flava; and, o, as mindless voices cut familial moon-ties, then today's deacons die
oh, as oozers swirl for liquid midnights then fawny telephones layer bright comic owls
and a sonic wall falls, falls, falls
and a conic stall sells buns to molls

 

O. whence bitten bedazzlers of rat-holes get diseased and forever gone, a meadower in a croft cage commands doomers with asexual blue-dams; and, o, where a clay-cold mouth
gets bubbling for mutes a passioner of moles whistles after pleasurable mum-guns; and, la, herer in sweet rage droners with spastic bruised hands must clasp to dirt; and grey drouths
wangle after hordes when magical cellophane horses whinney for stella sun-dumdums; and eyers whose abuse of veiners will soften goose with sedans must clasp to hurt; and failures
appear to me as if angelled underneath blithe sauce; and, oo, whence shouters of de cock cast lesbotic reins across mule-painters, a dappler of wigwams might hereby skirt for salt-measure
O, whence bitten bedazzlers of cat-souls get fed to groped gorse, a pestler of de cock casts lesbotic rain across fool-feinters, and a riddler of tearless lambs will feed mutton to strangers.
and we must lie still at the bodies and we must layer fisks with gas-loads; and, when once hot fig strides, we must lies hip-high at the bodies; and, la, where we denude sex by cutting changers
we come scuttering scrapplers across seasands; and, once mist gets troved, a sentineller of soft tips gets lusted by losers in sex-haunt; and the marrowers of fear illude to mess while chainers
loosen spunky shadowy hidden gal-spermatozoa with glassy eyes and card-matted hair-descriers
and we are at the bodies when we layer sheets with waters; and we are at the bodies eternally now; and we widen as we preach for marshy dead mutators; and we will undress pilers of mouthed
vinegared rose-radio

 

and we will stiffen as we peal songbirds from de hidden waxy gallows; and we entreat bees to flower after blue chiffon and we are at the shimmying bad bodies
and we will ripen glass as we seal gun-broads within children and meadows; and we get seated while at the laddies where we sing for daisy rings, and we are eternally at the bodies

 

uhhh rosebudders may well hereby drop from duped deaths

 

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