Monobrow'sing past 'Graham Tally's
Starewello Herewell Bordello' hanging stone and ironically limp off
an oft passed street off of Arch St. GCT, mime mind fleshs shadows drowned
on the drawn certain below to be dirty-neked jestures dumping their
damp thin things to drippel on the armlegless fleischmat fishslatus
matress covers trollyuped in random accesspoolible prepostandinterim
sodoralcoitality (coitus maeruptus, watch for the cadence hear) .
And these seminal sacks with their seemanal
cracks hover glass under packing race thought tracks with Chivas Legal
breathalizer sing-a-songy bindings bounding them blinded by the happlicklessasshunts
of butter knave's knives.
Amputease all! Mutesuits with liquid toots for the Knudekluxklandestine
Kodiaklear pickedsure shoots. Blackout screens hide the backgroundstillscreaming
asss covering mud pearly white sphectripblisterung pee-lings.
Hurinals tall! (they scough, sgag and
schoke too) If not widened-buy-pokes witheir hairags as whypoffs for
actionsend goo. The bloodfloodplug caligulates to seeall one s'more
human whorse for another ruff riding (Woof! Woof! Tally Ho!).
One s'more: chocolate drainage (peanuts
XXX-tra) smeered in mushsmellowy pockets of Graham's cracker cracktopen
empees out loy. Hee payees all thee layees in ivy sucktsaleens and saves
sweet chairished cramdies for long weakend cramp outs with nuboyill
scrapeouts and misstemic scapegloats, wearing drop flap back wastecoats
and pusshing two person tent posts into tyne teeny moons made of muscle
and off color cheese (eat semisopped hand roam temperature.)
The mighty swill fall! and sip summer,
and ought Autumn not cumn, in the winters we'll play in the woods off
the Merritt badge parkway (Tally Foray Whoray!) Nought cot tho today,
Tally's ho. Tally's whorse. Tally's who-ur-show-off-shows continuescontinue
ustil this wery day.
Ole! Brujaverdi syngc 'over hurrdle gurdys;
and, still down off of Arch St. the passersressap 'sstagger and 'sstummble
out wide paths, on two 'out in the street steps' avoiding the Stare,
Well oh just for a moment, and hears mell and taste swell subsdewed
singhollers illignored by the strollers by dingquiet bord hellos whyl?
strolling this stairwell can (f)lawlessly hear hell in these turtle
tortures of the boy scouting tribes just described in Conekteecunt's
appfluent spamlet. Ole!