a third rate, fourth place, tenuous at best, unabridged yet oft-truncated collection of calumny & travails from the last manfish standing, husophonic orator & chronic fumbler, his nipples (minus 3), Crank Sturgeon
Careful where you place them, the saws and soughts would have their woods in the form of heat waves, black double pawed cats, and latent qualfs of antiseptic. I'd tossed out the parachutes in lieu of clouds; the liver rolls weren't biting, see? Pond serve motives and potable portents and portable hex in question, it was easy, I mean snappin' E-Z, to overlook the silly 99% half life shelved in blank (oft tenuous) memes; he-doesn't-get-along-with-anyone-shhhh-! Cordials my good man dander. We are bereft, bereft, bereft.
He was the man of the hour on another rainy night in Brussels, Massachusetts. I mean, things were really swell-like; an accidental birthday... ¿preguntale? How the hell you gonna get to Schipol Airport? Wid yer ass in the window? And a trolley auto wreck and police entrapment and your dick in a sling and your head is a cock and your doodles they don't squawk and together holding hands and it's all run amok and ooooooooo. Motherfucker.
Crawling back again; aegis dump imperial impishly-- them's a good candor with double cruces and triple Q's and i's we's letter-C's chipped into neat striational requisite departure points elopements' teal(tastic questa-sae) baby clubbed and dealing; wheels o'er ire, choler, rage, & spleen; toupee to tooth reeling, candida hearts and combed clover westerly wiles, jewels, and whisps of silver on a provable most transfixing brunette (soaked in monastrel)(read: out of your league)(still, smile, hold the polaroid just right)... when your mom did your mom did your mom did your mom diddled over, the sense of feeling rawther peregrine to this visage was extoled and placed in lieu of former skins (finally)-- worn as a shine versus a shunt, and acts made cracks in the yester-hewn glass crags, handlebar & handsel-broomed, bromides for the better wars left in the wayward after-looms, shicks and shem's and sçulz and dammed roads hampered all in all a left behind'er forty hue spooned contemporhairy shaker quiver pillage prayer pie and humper-suit pajammer-gram of ounces puce and stay-the-course hitler-billies poppled prior pugilists leftlay frito get-laid's along the nihil number giro clay; like the sham reagan pagan paper portal sty wood cherub and shire would say... There you go again.