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
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
crawling with parts
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.
(desk ties fused for shoe consort)
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