But the storm intensified, and we became somnolent fish, blue, with yellow diagonal stripes, each equidistant.
Then they covered us up.
One by one, the penguins arrived, from the East. Each bore a gift. Heart, guts, liver. We formed an assembly.
Fire, come walk with me.


if any casual reader should, all of, wish to a human being to become one. Or, rather, wish to stop not being a human being, then a vein of glory and map quest, time may yet, barbie-queued, small triangular ham sandwiches, maybe some baby sausages, and afterwards upstairs for bodies to be inside bodies. For thus it was, and then we wander away.

Why did I cut my genitals off and bury them in your garden?

Aluminum foil is beautiful, and mistakes are maids.

Servants occupy our lower quarters.

What a waste of slime. Squat away, we've time.

"small-talk sounds like a firing-squad now."

"I want to spray love all over the place, like a porcupine in fear."

lonnnnnnng fingers....

My boots need cleaning, Miss Tongue... thank you.

A bird, our purple mountain, the glorious stench of garbage


my little nun........silver, sliver, silver

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EXPLODING IS PAINFUL


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I mean, not being POST-EXPLOSION is certainly painful


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The most useful-yes
of time-now-body
breathes in hotsome a new string, The Revolutionary Catechism, in La Belle Tenebreuse.

This is easy enough. One googles 'La Belle Tenebreuse'. then, as mister Lynch would say "Bob's your uncle."

A different mathematics. It ends the alibi. Oh yes it does.
It looks like Louis Bunuel's come.

It is a different view of the South.

Saved by the belle.


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Using a utility knife, to remove the panties from a molecule. You don't learn that in schoool.






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